Hamlet was right, you know...
To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? From Hamlet, by William Shakespeare I think it was sometimes in my 30's, when I first became aware of an imaginary set of quotidian scales. It is as if I have a sort of metaphysical vestibular system where one labyrinth enables the navigation of another. In the beginning, before we've plumbed the depths of life's mazes, we see only the vestibule, the foyer of life's journey. Child's play, at least in my memory, was devoid of danger and comprised mostly of sunshine, Christmas memories, and birthday surprises. But as life's journey began in earnest, there seemed to be less sunshine and more storm cloud. I am not sure ...