The ridiculous parade continues…

People lining up, marching along to the tune of “Tomorrow, Tomorrow,” lyrics and music courtesy of a “secret” that promises to answer the emptiness of today by manifesting an “abundance” to come.

Dress a camel in a fine pair of slacks, and it’s still a creature of the desert.

Being able to fill one’s pocketbook, or social calendar does nothing to answer the ache of living without real purpose.

Can one create physical wealth, personal riches? Of course.

… And then what?