Some people believe that life is a long hard climb up a gleaming Pyramid of Success and eventually, if our knee pads hold out, we can make it to the top. Some people believe that life is a worldly means to a heavenly home. Some people believe that all those other people are full of baloney. Some people spell it bologna. This, of course, is merely a symptom of a larger disease.
Some people call it postmodernism .
But it's hard to cure a disease, especially when everybody has it. Instead, like most of you, I'd rather just treat the symptoms to ice cream and call it a day. In the beginning was noise. And noise begat rhythm. And rhythm begat everything else.