I’ll be brief. In his poem “To a Mouse” Scottish poet Robert Burns summed up a big pile of ‘stuff’ more than two centuries ago when he wrote:
Still thou are blest, compared wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!
He also, around the same time, wrote “To a Louse” in which he enumerated the essence of most everything else:
O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An’ foolish notion:
What airs in dress an’ gait wad lea’e us,
An’ ev’n devotion!
Burns wrote those words in the late 1700’s, circa 1785. That’s roughly 225 yrs ago, and yet he somehow summarized the very pile of crap we still, on this very day in December of 2013, find ourselves having to deal with. Photo evidence follows; first, the Mouse (photo by Denny Green, Tempe AZ, December 2013):
Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
And then there is, too and of course, The Louse:
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crawlin ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairlie . . .
So: even though the answer is invariably OBVIOUS, apparently that always eternal question forever remains: “Whereto from here”??
Burns proffers those two options: a Mouse, or a Louse. The choice remains, apparently, up to each and all of us.
Me? I’ll take the mouse. He be cool. The Louse? Not so much.