Falling Stars of Wisdom

I wrote this at the same time.- Outside the white of a little blanket of snow makes the hills look like  Father Christmas's beard, its coming yet again this Christmas charade of life,  and we get sucked into all the glitter and joy  in a screaming syrup of sounds and smells and laughter,  sometimes real,  as with little children  but sometimes a laughter that is unreal,  is false, and that is the pain of Christmas,  those alone who wish to take part  in deep anguish,  while those who don't, fret about their loneliness and become ill thinking of it. Oh what have humans cooked up to give joy with the one hand and pain with the other, "Let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth." The dualistic puzzle, that once was whole,  fragmented into little pieces we spend our lives trying to fit those pieces together and who succeeds?  Does anybody really succeed? And what is there to succeed for?  Is there anything WHOLE, is there anything around, beyond, inside us that can be called WHOLE? Probably not, sadly we are but products of chance,  and those narrow margins that in fact produced our species,  human beings, those strange little self opinionated ant-like creatures  creeping and rushing about on this planet earth,  came about by mutations of chemicals and atoms  accumulated in space, producing this mysteriously  magic, clever instrument of existence that we ponder,  what are we,  why are we,  and how are we to act or not,  to BE. I wax philosophic, and don't know what the hell I am talking about, but I weave a picture in another way from the Scientist and definitely another way from the religious fanatic, and the fun thing is that we will NEVER know and search as we might will NEVER get THE answer. Amen as they say, Ann