I'm not leading this item with a question, as one would do when pretending to be some kind of philosopher. Which, I guess I'm also pretending to be. No point in denying it. But I don't think that philosophy is a dirty word. And I think everyone is entitled to a little reasoning now and then. I may not be poignant, articulate or technically well versed, but I am highly impassioned and stirring. At least to myself. And that is where the effects of my philosophy are most valuable, I believe. My mind is full to the brim with nonsensical worries, as I'm sure yours is as well. In my case, stuff from work mainly, but also complications in the things that I actually like doing for myself. The music, the writing, the sports, the meditations, you know... in everything. Complications are everywhere. And I can't for the life of me, understand why that is so. Let's be frank, we are not really complicated beings. Everythin