I can not say if getting older creates this recent never ending frustration with technology and disappointment with the human race or if it is just the state of the world I live in today. I can not separate what might be just me and my personal experience from what is a “common” experience. Either way, it is getting more difficult to accomplish things. For example, trying to upload a stupid google video here, hiring people to get a job completed, understanding all the complexities and dependencies to things like surgeries, healthcare, relationships, living and dying. I’m not dying soon I hope, but Wego is. Gauging his comfort, the organism seeks to survive. Gauging our selfish need to love and enjoy him. Gauging his inability to protect himself. Gauging our level of denial. We, human kind, have genetically honed these amazing creatures for their looks, their speed, their temperament, for their diseases. With the wanted comes the unwanted. And then, there is just the unfairness of life, who gets sick, who gets killed, who gets left behind. But, I look out my window into the tangled mass of Monterrey pine branches, that seemingly have no order but have endured more than my life time and can bend to the wind without breaking. Slowly, the needles turn brown, some of the limbs die, it’s blood sap begins to ooze between the bark. The brilliant, red-orange sunset and the vision of fire on the distant ridges have been outlined by the black shadows cast before them as, over the years, the many years. I have watched. </p>
