Hi Indigo, every generation screams the world will end soon, messed up by the generation prior. I laugh at my strange past, ignore the future, which is never, ever as bad as we all pretend it will be, and simply celebrate the hour that is now. Keeps me sane, justifies a glass of good wine in the afternoon, and leaves me able to smile at the craziness around me. We are all stupid, all imperfect, all flawed and all have pasts that make the angels drink heavily after work. Forgive ourselves for what Indigo, being human, being flawed as all others, being young, being gullible as kids? If you were the only one, you would be right, but as one of billions, all just as messed up, I never go that hard on the stupidity of my past. Thoughtful note Indigo, as always, and as usual, got me thinking and typing. Thank you. T