The finger of blame has turned upon itself and I'm more than willing to offer myself: 12.27.13

The older I get, the more I realize life is less like an army of numbers marching relentlessly onward, single file, one in front of the other and impossible to turn back. It�s less like that than it is a constantly shifting equation, a slippery if-then situation that slides under you, oscillating back and forth with each changed variable that�s introduced and cancelled out. It�s not really moving forward at all, life. It�s a slide rule of continual adjustment and recalculation, and it�s just as easy to glide backward as it is forward, as it turns out. If that�s the way you want to play it.