Too many questions and assignments are forwarded to land on my lap. I try to keep this hot, hot head a lot cooler, thinking about nothing and focussing on the task at hand. But why? This is not for the greater good, or for the needy, or for the harmony of my heart, or for the ancient rites. This is only for the devil at the wheel, pouring us into the ripping gears like oil. We are nothing more than oil. There is no more body and no more soul in the execution of these tasks. While I have already learned these lessons of huge import many times. They never change. I warn others not to slide into the wax but I dive in, head first, year after year. This office room is the same as the one I hated 10 years ago. They did a nasty job on us. Giving us that final push into the irreversible. Now, I'm too old to hate wholeheartedly.