all I know is whatever way it really doesn’t matter much in the grand scheme of life, which is full of amusements and fancies and puzzles and mysteries.
men joke, women joke. Men are serious. Women are serious. Sometimes both or all at the same time. It’s all something of nothing or something depending on circumstances.
I for one will go back to contemplating such things as whether I will eat Atlantic salmon again tomorrow, whether the sky will be blue, who actually came third in a particular cycling race, why I forgot to ring my brother in law about going to the war memorial museum to check something for me and whether there will be an early snowfall in finland or Kazakhstan. I shall contemplate the meaning of the universe, the value of friendship, and nightfall. I shall sip a wine and taste the sunshine.
