Sight

 

 Before I got my eye put out,
I liked as well to see
As other creatures that have eyes,
And know no other way.

But were it told to me, to-day,
That I might have the sky
For mine, I tell you that my heart
Would split, for size of me.

The meadows mine, the mountains mine, —
All forests, stintless stars,
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.

The motions of the dipping birds,
The lightning's jointed road,
For mine to look at when I liked, —
The news would strike me dead!

So safer, guess, with just my soul
Upon the window-pane
Where other creatures put their eyes,
Incautious of the sun.

Emily Dickinson

          Yes, I Am Blind

  My Mallory heart is sure to fail

       I'll never be anyone's Valentine now

All Our Yesterdays

 It was with great pleasure and surprise, Our Moz released a short video on New Year's eve.  He said to hell with 2020 and here's to Tomorrow. Mozza looked very fit and healthy. We haven't seen a trace of him for quite some time, so it was a nice ending to 2020. The sentiment of the message was well received.

I'm not much of a New Year's aficionado. To me it's just another day. Another check mark on the long slow march to the inevitable. Will things change much in the next 365 days. Who knows? Highly doubtful. The rich will keep getting richer. The poor will continue to be poor and shit upon. The shrinking to non existent middle class will continue on the path of the dodo bird and the passenger pigeon. 330,000 dead in the USA and millions worldwide because of a virus, will it end?  Hopefully. Man's brutality and contempt of his fellow man and animals will never end. The cycle continues, only the year will have a one at the end instead of a zero.

I heartily agree with Our Moz, "Here's to 'Tomorrow' ". One of my favorite songs of his.