Red roses too

I will never forget the watching the original BBC version of The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

Like most things, the show was both funny and sad. In the final episode the Earth has been destroyed and a few stragglers begin rebuilding. A rudimentary economy springs up, trading leaves instead of money. Except, leaves have no value.

Someone has the insight that the trees must go, so that leaves are in demand.

The episode ends with Louis Armstrong singing It's a Wonderful World.

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It would be nice if the current trend of retro '80s wear bore more relation to the experience itself - as a 10 year old, I not only wore leg warmers, but also dreamed about nuclear holocaust. We were Cold War kids - the risk rarely felt close but the possibilities were ghoulish.

Of course, I am now old enough to have experienced something retro firsthand, which does tend to sap the joy out of a fashion trend.

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One often hears the argument, "it all comes down to money". But where does "it all" come from, prior to that concept, money?

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Terror, in the literal sense, I would argue - not of death, but of disorientation. Who is good? Well, I must be, or how can I live? Except nothing is so simple, nothing stays the same. It gets to us.

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I only allow myself about an hour a day of that emotion. There are limits.

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We couldn't end global warming tomorrow. We could do essential damage control. After a while the actions outrun the woman, outrun the man.

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To know terror to persist despite it - one definition of courage. I have never met a person who lacked courage.

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This battle within a person. The body wearing down, the bills to pay. The clarion call of closer issues.

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I recycle, I watch the news sometimes. I planted several herbs this summer and they bloomed. I bought an air purifier. I wrote this. All this adds up to something, doesn't it?

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I hear a baby crying.