Nobody Knows Anything

These days, reading other people's thoughts holds less and less appeal for me, since most avowed "thinkers" turn out to be no smarter than the typical man on the street.

For example, my husband has been dealing with an odd set of physical symptoms for several weeks. Two separate weekend visits to the ER have netted two different diagnoses and two different prescriptions for two different drugs. And these are the doctors--the smart ones who went to college for four years and then medical school for another four. So imagine how little the average person, maybe someone like me who only went to college and majored in painting for God's sake, can teach you.

The reams of analysis printed in hundreds of magazines and periodicals and the thousands of words filling countless newspaper columns and those self-important political pundits shouting over one another on TV amount to little more than a whole lot of "Blah, blah, blah." Nobody knows a lick more than you or me about what happens when we die, and really, what else matters?

In fact, I can't believe you're reading this drivel right now. Go write your own blog.