November 4, 2020

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When I sit myself down long enough to ask my persistently annoying questioning self If it's worth the effort to find our way through these myriad entanglements in life, what with all the tripping over roots, branches poking eyes, thorns ripping flesh, stepping on hornets nests, losing traction in the mud, getting lost, and on and on the list goes some days of treachery and disappointment and heartbreak and pain and other self inflicted and hardly ever truly righteous tortures and indignations-well the answer is always the same. We need the eggs. It comes from that old Woody Allen joke- you know, a guy walks into a psychiatrist's office and says, "hey doc, my brother's crazy! He thinks he's a chicken." Then the doc says, "why don't you turn him in?" Then the guy says, "I would but I need the eggs."