Just a touch of psychic jazz.

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No, not jazz music, at all.  More the conflations of life that aren't necessarily repeatable... the only jazz I like.  Some thoughts about the past, present, and future.  As I am seeing them anyway.

We've all got em'.  Some more so than others.  For some of you, I think all you have is blind spots.

Just a sensation.  It tells me I will make it.  I always have.

Some far more than others.  I have lived on more borrowed time than a large number of adults have lived sum total.

A final musical thought to tie it all together.  Well, for me.  I have lived so deeply, so well.  Even the pain, it allows me to know the difference.  If empathy, or maybe sympathy, is of any use, it is from me to you, if you have not suffered to earn even one next breath, if you have not bled to live, if you have not learned the beauty of truth through failure... or realizing you failed more like.  Yes, life, even... especially... my life... is beautiful.

Later?  I don't know.  Rough, today.  Later or good night.  Not sure I'll be awake long enough to be back on.