The thing is, its almost certain very few people, if any, will ever read this blog..and the thought is kind of sad but comforting and liberating at the same time...

So anyway, the other day I was walking down my street. It was kind of damp and wet and as I turned the familiar corner to the building I live in, I was stuck by thought that I have done this before and I'll probably do this again, and I could do this till the end of time and it wouldn't matter. Nothing that I am likely to do in my life is going to change anything, and even if it did, what would it matter...

So does any thing in this world really matter? In the ultimate analysis, is anything worth it?