As I sat down to write this weeks show, for which I had a topic in mind, there were echoes of last week's show still I my head.
Patterns. Changes. Life. Insanity. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
"Why am I still doing this?"
"this" being … well … this … the podcast … and me … and … you know … stuff
To podcast or not to podcast — that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing … end them. To die, to sleep--
Sorry … distracted …
The question is still valid, "Why am I still doing this?"
Indiana Jones would say, "Fortune and glory, kid. Fortune and glory."
It's too much and it's not enough
Internal chaos become external madness
Madness rings deafening my senses
The noise of the silence must drown
Why are you here? Why am I here?
I'm frozen in time yet time keeps moving
The voices in my head never listen
Maybe I should end it
You should be scared too
And where in the hell is Bonaparte during all of this?
The question of why was answered before I was distracted
Don't you recall?
The answer is, "To die, to sleep—"