First off, was their ever

Sep 07 2001 Kelly Norton
First off, was their ever really any doubt? Nah, according to the first chief justice of the Supreme Court, John Jay ", the people who own the government ought to govern it."

There is nothing to say tonight, the keyword of the day is: indifference. There is little more depressing than a complacent day. On a day like today, you are more aware of your shortcomings than ever. You are more aware that you have not accomplished a single thing. You are more aware of the trackless expanse of kettle black that isolates greatness. You are more aware of every act of indolence ever charged against your lot of time. On a day like today, time conforms to the absurd and leaves a sticky residue. On a day like today, it saddens you to think that Picasso painted "Les Demoiselles d'Avignon" at the age of 26 … that Joyce published Chamber Music at 25 … that Zola published Contes á Ninon at 24 … that Nietzsche published Birth of Tragedy at 28 … that Kerouac published The Town and the City at 28 … or that Hemingway had already seen war when he published In Our Time at the age of 26. It is not because of unmet expectations that these things are so depressing on a day like today; it is because of unmade expectations - To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. In the face of the absurd, the efforts not to yield often muddle all the other wor(l)ds. Focus is as arbitrary as the patterns of pine needles on the ground. These are the things that make a day like today. Tomorrow, I think I will take a different route to work. Or perhaps, I will spill some coffee.