Hello darkness, my old friend...

Dim, wet and cool. Darkness inky black, even as the sun rises. It breaks on a damp fall morning, which matches my mood. How could something that was a life dream go so wrong? But then that's life, eh? Reality, as they say, bites. And so where does one find encouragement or hope then? No optimism, no reason to think things will improve. Oh, a friend of mine always tells me that things will get better. The roller coaster I've been on continues to drop day by day into the black abyss, and for how long now has there been no sign of pulling out? Not even a leveling, much less an improvement. No, things do not always, by default or fiat, get better. Who said it had to? Where is that guarantee?? How do I make a claim against it since it's not holding up? And too, who cares? Oh, I know the pat answer to that too. The truth is that everyone else is too busy with their own concerns and difficulties that true caring is more rare than the rarest element.

The whole thing is so full of nitrogen

That you won't get to a flammable level. But prove it. I need an analysis. I'm trying to track who's responsible for that. He left. But I found someone else. Then in a telecon with the module people and someone from the module said that was in the ICD. Then Edwards comes on and says I did that analysis a year ago.

I'm sure it's good work. He sent it to me. I'm still a little concerned.

Yeah.

Right.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Right.

Ha ha ha...

Right.

Yeah.

To take on the...

Oh, I'll be interested in the outcome of that.

I just can't wait until it stabilizes...hahahaha...

It's a wild ride.

Why did anyone act surprised?

Oh, okay. You still need it on the upper stage.

That'd be a pretty good test...2013? So all those production facilities are just waiting?

Procedures? hahahaha

Ingratus

Our life is but a moment in infinite space.
Time come and passes, gone without a trace.
We will all lose, betting against time in its race.
Time is ahead, we can’t keep up the chase.
Time wins again and we must take last place.
Beaten before we start? Give up the pace?
You may give up, but with me that’s not the case.
Conceited Time marches before and carries the mace,
While I, strolling behind, enjoy Life’s sweet smiling face.

Going ever deeper...

Into the morass...

Life is like a vacuum cleaner

It's like deep, empty space. Life is like a black hole; it pulls from one, with the greatest force, all life, joy, energy...all light. It's as dark as a black hole, emitting no hint of radiance, seeming as tenebrous and lifeless as the dark of death. It gives nothing and takes everything. If you gather enough energy to generate a bit of hope and will, life drains it away with greater gravity than a singularity. No description of emptiness, nothingness, or dark can completely describe life; it surpasses all of that...and more. And while it pulls you in, it also brings you more and more boulders to bear, weighing you down so that hope of possible escape flees while you sink ever faster into the void...