I’ve been obsessed by the idea that we live life expecting everything to go well.  But in reality, we should wait for something unexpected, surprising and both dramatic and tragic to happen to us at any moment.  Wanting to live a quiet life without surprises is a self indulgent luxury, because it is more likely that a tragedy of some kind will surprise us.

Death comes for the young… disease strikes the healthy… ruin ambushes the successful… rare and uncommon events happen more than we expect them to, and they happen to us!

Misery.  Oh, the Misery.

Everyone has their misery.

In my days in cardiac surgery, misery when you think your operation is finished, the clamp has just come off the aorta, and the red, red blood starts to well up, and up and up… your heart sinks, and you realise your facing the bleeding that makes cardiac surgery what it is… misery.

Misery. Oh, the misery.

Somethings are perennially cool, and for that reason they become recurring images in mass marketing.  Skating.  Surfing.  Mass marketing, big corporate money has coopted the image of the rebellious skating punk and the laid back ease of the surfer into images of cool that sell every product needed by todays cool teenager.

Somehow there is no room now for being cool without being a skater or a surfer.

Be independently cool enough to be a non skater and a non surfer.

Sometimes the intolerance and arrogance of a cold hearted man melts away…

“I told you, we’re an Anarcho-syndicalist commune”

This is where the dream of Anarchy meets the reality of human organization.  Having no government sounds like a good idea, but at the end of the day, someone has to do the dirty work, and how to we make sure it all gets done?  Well, some sort of cooperation structure has to come in to play.  All that good nature we’re born with shows itself in a cooperative approach to organization.

Aaahh… the dream of Anarchy.

If I were a sonnet writing poet, scratching ink by candlelight with quill pen, then this is what Roovii would be.

I personally don’t mind if people smoke… really, the more people who smoke, the more heart disease there is, and that’s a good thing for a heart surgeon…

What has interested me about smoking is the reasons that people stop smoking.  Some people stop when they’ve had a health scare, but by then its too late, really.  I wonder if people might stop smoking for reasons of vanity, rather than reasons of health.  Tell them they’ll get zits and wrinkles, and they’ll never have another cigarette again.

There is a beauty in the simplicity of anarchy.

We are good by nature.

We are corrupted by government.

Left to ourselves, a paradise of cooperation awaits.

In my grown up adult state it sounds so naive. But my inner child, my inner idealistic adolescent finds a certain nobility in the wish to set ourselves free of the corruption of government and to live in anarchy, letting the best parts of our good nature lead us to the ideal world. I wish it were true.

Life ends at 79.

Life expectancy for men is 79.  But you’ll be glad to know that at my age, 32, my life expectancy is actually 80.  The more of life you live, the more of life you have left.  The easiest way to make your life longer is to live longer…. atleast to improve the odds of living longer. It works that way because you’re surviving longer than the unfortunate who don’t make it past your age.  I haven’t died as a baby, a child, a teenager or in my twenties, and so, I’ve actually outlived some people.  Those people drag down the odds of a long life, and so, as I live longer, I actually have better odds at living a long life. Its sobering thinking of the people you have outlived.  Life passes so quickly and so quietly.  And so, all of us, really are, Dead Soon.