I did some good work this week. First I spun some loops and dazzled the bedazzled. Then I mixed some truth with couth and triangulated the uncoangular. Then I soothed some savage and orchestrated an opus. In between I seethed and slung and simmered and shaped; I queried and quiesced and quailed and quartered; I challenged and championed and chewed and checkered; I growled and groaned and grappled and grieved.

Next week may not be so varied; or productive. That proverbial flow may be more elusive. Regardless, this week means nothing to next week. Next week will come and go with nary a nod to this week nor a nevermind to the following week. The same is true of days and hours and minutes and moments. The same is true of thoughts and decisions and actions and happenstance. The same is not true of those we care for and those they care for and those who are nearby and those who are far away and those who have influence and those who are powerless and those who glory and those who fear and those who suffer. Connections. It is good to remember and care and love, and at the same time understand the dispassionate plodding of moments and years and centuries and happenstance. When I think and decide and act it is okay to nod and pay heed, but it must be done with intent to carry the lessons forward into the next week or day or moment. Last week does not care. Next week cannot care. This week is fleeting. And though it may be that the existence of Humanity is also fleeting, it is what we've got. Having learned from the past, I live in the moment, for the future.

We don't have the past, or even this moment; it is gone. What we have is Humanity and the future. Every week should be a good week; and when it is gone, (with a giant Pffft and Pop!), we should carry the best of the remnants forward to next week.

Remnants and shards; all that is left of yesterday. The totality and simplicity of a human connection; from yesterday to today to tomorrow.

It is what we've got.