Nothing of note comes to mind this morning.  I will not waste your time or mine. A further thought; we were lost on a Wisconsin north woods road recently.  The road ended with a sign that read, “bridge out.”  We turned around.

Here are some fine lines from Hermann Hesse:

Man is not by any means
of fixed and enduring form….
He is much more of an experiment
and a transition.

He is nothing else
than the narrow and perilous bridge
between nature and spirit.

His innermost destiny drives him on
to the spirit and to God.

His innermost longing draws him
back to nature, the mother.

Between the two forces
his life hangs tremulous
and irresolute.

“Man,”
whatever people think of him,
is never anything more
than a temporary
bourgeois
compromise.

…For this reason
the bourgeois today
burns as heretics
and hangs as criminals
those to whom
he erects monuments
tomorrow.

–excerpt Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse p. 61