We survived the night. Now that we’ve put the Mayan prophecy to rest, we only have the fiscal cliff to worry about. To hear the public talk no one can explain exactly what this cliff is or what it entails. We might ask the lemmings who seem to go over cliffs all the time.
I don’t want to die poor. Actually, dear Mayans, I don’t want to die.
But the fiscal cliff would have me plunge without my money as accompaniment, little though the coins are they would be taken by taxes,
higher prices, etc. My spiritual treasures would go as well.
Must termination always be threatened to make life in the moment a real
adventure? I am not sure I subscribe to that idea. Like the car in
Thelma and Louise I want to remain airbourne over the canyon.