Just Another Day

Hmm, hhmmmmmm . . .
Hmm, hhmmmmmm . . .
Just another day . . .

What a pretty melody. Of late I've grown fond of the music of Brian Eno.

Some day we will put it all behind,
We'll say it was just another time,
We'll say it was just another day on Earth.

I find something so sadly wise in these simple lyrics. It seems to me that this one simple phrase says it all. That there will come a time when we will come to know that everything we once thought to be worth killing and dying for were all just another day. The madness, the fears, the anxieties, the hatreds, al those things which make life unpleasantly interesting . . . we'll simply put all these things behind us.

Of course, the lyrics are ultimately a little sad, insofar as we will regard our loves, our hopes, our dreams in the same way. Because we will come to know that what we regard as all the vast significance of human existence constitutes nothing but just another day on earth.

Zen mind is the inclination to smile for no reason.

Still, lest we forget, we are in the here and now. And today is a friend's birthday. Happy Birthday, Gail. I raise my glass of chianti in a toast to you, as I pass yet another day along the boulevard. Ciao, mia babina cara.