Life is still full of wonders, yes... and change is constant... the ebb and flow of fortune, clearly... one cannot always see the big picture...... one scene gives way to another... from disparate scenes - our identities push through... and many do well in life...yes - and spend decades building and providing...working, toiling away, raising their families and finish with proud legacies...... but the vast spectrum of humanity... one cannot help but wonder about... the sad forlorn cases... ordinary anonymous folks who outnumber the few lucky ones...what is the NUMBER exactly of those for whom IT all proves too much - for whom IT ends badly... I would like some actual #s - the demographics of suffering... because this is a stumbling block for.... that affirmation that one would like to have towards the universe... what are we to make of the sheer volume of all the sad cases... lives full of misery and regret... derailed careers, failed relationships, depression, despair... desperation...
I have spent much of my early life in the suburbs and after a brief stint in the big city - with its noise, crowding and cramped spaces, I find myself immersed again in this familiar realm - an environment that seems part of my destiny. I've always thoughts of the suburbs as a place meant for children - where children can feel safe and protected - with non-busy streets and clean sidewalks - room to ride one's bike or go door-to-door selling cookies. To consider how many of our early impressions and sensations were spawned by this largely artificial world...How different such a milieu is from other places on earth, war zones, rain forests, Siberian outposts, tiny mountaintop villages or large sprawling mazes of high rise apartments in vertically-inclined mega metropolises...The suburbs are a place where a definite order and routine can be imposed...where regularity is king... lawns get mowed on time, shrubs are trimmed, garbage bins are placed at the curb and returned to thei...
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