Is there anything out there we really know for sure? It's been a strange, yet fun, week. I wasn't going to post this, it's a little preachy. But then again, maybe it's time for every one to speak out a little.

I DON'T KNOW

I often think that there are more things I don’t know than those I do.

Why are cockroaches so impervious to destruction? Why do human beings mindlessly seek it? Why is our own good green earth spinning out of control? And why has it taken this global crisis for most of us to even begin to admit we may have a problem, much less consider ways to fix it?

Why didn’t the Big Three American carmakers start re-tooling for small electric cars twenty years ago? Why is Madoff still smirking? And why are Wall Street executives still getting obscene bonuses?

Why did I ever have kids? Why did I believe that I could be a better parent than my own dysfunctional mother and father?

Is there really a purpose to any thing I do? Or is life just a mush of ingredients that accidentally fell into a bubbling pot on the back burner of some god’s stove.

I just don’t know.

What I do know is that, against all odds, I am still upright. Plodding along through each day holding hope and my integrity tightly to my chest and believing that my small actions might make some difference. And that there are others like me who still have hope. Maybe that hope is what will save us all.

I don’t know.