Only an old man could have written this book. It is a lifetime of events and thoughts. Everyone and everything I could recall from days past. A fictionalized version in most cases, but the reality is never far: lots of autobiographical material, events witnessed, current events, historical events, opinions, musings and reactions. It is the disorder of my life in no particular order. My personal compilation of evidence. The human behaviour I’ve witnessed, including my own, during the more than seven decades on my watch. I threw in everything and the kitchen sink.
It may be concluded from the evidence that human societies are destroying life forms that took millions of years to evolve. It may also be concluded that we are doing this in pursuit of individual happiness. But it isn’t going well. Something doesn’t seem right. What is happiness anyway? Self-indulgence does not necessarily lead to happiness. Perhaps, we should reconsider some of our basic assumptions.
Human maturity levels are at low tide and child-like responses to threatening world events are leaving many of the actual members of humanity in downright destitution. Those living it up like there’s no tomorrow may be correct! There may be no tomorrow!
