Time is weird, I have ranted ad nauseum about how it manages to distort people so that what is reality today is more a figment of your imagination tomorrow. Add to it the gadgets and gifts of technology which immortalize moments past and you have the perfect recipe for multiple personality disorder! Going through picture albums I am reminded of how nothing is constant. So many faces lost to time, friends turned to fiends, some I became indifferent to and then others who reciprocated the favor balancing the score and I wonder, I wonder at the lack of continuity in any relation or event and the only thing I can ask in bewilderment is what the heck is the point of anything at all?