Greetings family, friends and followers, this is the Last Pub and Monkey Cage. Coming to you live from the last base beyond the rings of Saturn. Io would have been a much better choice for this time of year, but I have grown accustom to the way Saturn looks while silhouetted by the Sun.
Speaking of which, I’d like to give my best wishes and regards to all. I’ve missed so many of you. I’ve missed so much. Life beckons us on a twisting and winding road. Not that straight and narrow one so many of us confuse as the path of life. Just that simple every day road that has come to keep me away from some of the people I love most. It would seem as if I’m gone and sometimes I even feel forgotten. I am not. I am here in the same place I’ve always been, just waiting for everyone to find me again.
I continue to come up short and I continue to come up last. While others flourish, in a mixture of celebratory, self-congratulating, false sense of accomplishment, brought on by feeling superior to both you and me. I keep thinking of the The The song, “This is the Day,” where in the chorus you can hear, “this is the day, your life will surely change. This is the day, when things fall into place.” All this does is make me think otherwise, maybe I am the one coming in first while the rest of the world tries to catch up. Falling behind and getting that last look at my back as I move on and pull away. Alas, this cannot always be true, no matter how much I wish or pray. Such is the reason for my belief that the true road of life is so filled with twists, turns, bumps and dips.
The last rule of the Dying Breed begins, “Finally, we have gathered to learn that the longer you live, the more you forget.” This could have been a monumental case of true learning, if only they were not known as the Dying Breed. This truth-seeking sect tried to build a list of rules for life. They tried to bring us all closer in a Utopian way to live longer, fuller, richer lives. Of course, they weren’t always known as the Dying Breed. That title fell on them as they slowly died off. Each one trying to add on to a list of rules no one was ever going to live by. I’m sure the last one looked back on the life of their people, contemplated this list of rules that was supposed to bring us all together and realized he couldn't remember most of the list. This probably brought on his own epiphany as he wrote down the last rule. Generations to come will have to make the choice of whether or not these rules shall be filed into history as a true way to live. Or, to end up as, just another foot note.
My final thoughts of this message are to be sent out the friends and loved ones I wish were with me now. Everyday and every moment I think of you all. In my heart and in my mind, I hope you do the same for me. Time seems to move quicker and quicker when you feel alone. So much time has passed I’m beginning to feel as if I’m a part of the Dying Breed. When I close my eyes, I can see your faces and smiles, hear your voices as they laugh and sometimes cry. Scream with me one more time. Scream to the heavens above.
Speaking of which, I’d like to give my best wishes and regards to all. I’ve missed so many of you. I’ve missed so much. Life beckons us on a twisting and winding road. Not that straight and narrow one so many of us confuse as the path of life. Just that simple every day road that has come to keep me away from some of the people I love most. It would seem as if I’m gone and sometimes I even feel forgotten. I am not. I am here in the same place I’ve always been, just waiting for everyone to find me again.
I continue to come up short and I continue to come up last. While others flourish, in a mixture of celebratory, self-congratulating, false sense of accomplishment, brought on by feeling superior to both you and me. I keep thinking of the The The song, “This is the Day,” where in the chorus you can hear, “this is the day, your life will surely change. This is the day, when things fall into place.” All this does is make me think otherwise, maybe I am the one coming in first while the rest of the world tries to catch up. Falling behind and getting that last look at my back as I move on and pull away. Alas, this cannot always be true, no matter how much I wish or pray. Such is the reason for my belief that the true road of life is so filled with twists, turns, bumps and dips.
The last rule of the Dying Breed begins, “Finally, we have gathered to learn that the longer you live, the more you forget.” This could have been a monumental case of true learning, if only they were not known as the Dying Breed. This truth-seeking sect tried to build a list of rules for life. They tried to bring us all closer in a Utopian way to live longer, fuller, richer lives. Of course, they weren’t always known as the Dying Breed. That title fell on them as they slowly died off. Each one trying to add on to a list of rules no one was ever going to live by. I’m sure the last one looked back on the life of their people, contemplated this list of rules that was supposed to bring us all together and realized he couldn't remember most of the list. This probably brought on his own epiphany as he wrote down the last rule. Generations to come will have to make the choice of whether or not these rules shall be filed into history as a true way to live. Or, to end up as, just another foot note.
My final thoughts of this message are to be sent out the friends and loved ones I wish were with me now. Everyday and every moment I think of you all. In my heart and in my mind, I hope you do the same for me. Time seems to move quicker and quicker when you feel alone. So much time has passed I’m beginning to feel as if I’m a part of the Dying Breed. When I close my eyes, I can see your faces and smiles, hear your voices as they laugh and sometimes cry. Scream with me one more time. Scream to the heavens above.
From the farthest reaches of space and live from the Last Pub and Monkey Cage, I give you my services and more.
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