Off track

Robert Frost said, "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."

That really does pretty much wrap it up.

Sometimes I find myself heading down a precipitous slope at break neck speeds and feel helpless to stop it.

Other times I seem to be mired in a hapless swampy place where everything is dark and sticky and hopeless.

There are times when I feel like I am floating high on a sunny cloud where nothing can touch me but sunshine and beautiful thoughts.

And times when it appears to be one long endless landscape, unchanging and a bit worrying because I don't know what's coming next.

But the thing is, something is always coming next and both the variety and intensity of it would drive me mad if I didn't know that all things pass -- eventually . . .

It just goes on and on until -- one day --  I don't know if the track ends or the train simply hits a blockade and flings me into some sort of alternate eternity, but I'm sure it will be fascinating.

And I will go on expounding in more words than poor old Frost cared to hear.