"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them." So said the famed philosopher Henry David Thoreau. Have sadder words ever been spoken? And what is everyone so desperate about? Can't we all just relax, admit that nobody has any idea of why we're here or what we're supposed to do, then go have a milkshake and move on?As for that song, we each need to do whatever it takes to get it out while we still can. For me it's writing this blog: It's not a song but merely individual notes, but maybe after many years they'll add up to a symphony, who knows. And my paintings -- they're part of it too. Anything and everything counts, except for spending all your time listening to other people singing.
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