Live happily ever after
With a Chablis and some laughter
“Between the Sheets” is lovely
With a dizzy blonde and a bottle of bubbly!
There’s nothing sicker in society
Than a lack of liquor and sobriety!
So, down the hatch
Here’s mud in your eye
Take a bracer
With a chaser
Wash it down with Rye!
Bottoms up!
Stirrup cup! It’ll put you in the pink
And all you have to do is
Drink, drink, drink, drink, driii-ink!

Christopher Lee “ Name your Poison”
The Return of Captain Invincible

Though one hesitates to call it the best way to go, there’s always the option of failure. It is a distinction readily ascribed and recognized. And to be truthful there are indeed occasions when disappointment is the ruling imperative. Nonetheless a good night’s sleep and a spot of exercise are frequently the required supplement to reignite the lantern in the cave. A more compelling adjustment is the reasoning that we haven’t a great deal about which to complain. The confession tends to spike an otherwise grim view of things. I mean, really, what’s so dreadful about a momentary lull in the historic evolution of la vie en rose!

Of the innumerable obsessions I have, the common theme of them all is purity. Naturally I don’t mean the escape from moral turpitude. Rather a directness of movement; the simplicity of perception; and freedom from contamination of the evidence. The evidence is life’s unopened volume. Like it or not, we’re writing are own novel. If for a second we’re caught in a fog unable to see our way forward we need only remind ourselves to turn the page to discover wither we go.

I’ve heard of those who pointlessly languish in bed in a futile attempt to distance themselves from what they philosophically dignify to be life’s inutility. But it is destined to be no more helpful than putting both feet into a bottle of gin. Nor is the accusation anywhere near correct or insightful. The object of all living things is whatever necessity and interjection characterizes the smallest bird on the wire. Surely there are obligations and inclinations. And there may be things from which to break free. Or perhaps even from which to hide. But under no circumstance is the looming passage uneventful or lacking singularity.

It is this native assurance of novelty which ultimately persuades the evolution of our lives. I’m not about to suggest that each day will require one to hang onto one’s hat as though on a roller coaster ride; but I am convinced that given adequate pondering and tranquil alleviation it isn’t long before excitement prevails. One must simply learn how to look at things.