I find my lack of inner profundity, and embrace it
In a busy, productive day, I pause briefly to note with the sort of chagrin that turns into religious consolation that the true measure of anyone's life is which music seems relevant on a hectic day.
My boom box in my office today accompanies a variety of briefs, e mails and calls with the synthpop band The Buggles. I do not know why seemingly random lyrics like "living in the plastic age", "video killed the radio star" and "elstree--remember me" resonate for me, but it is not mine to question the Mystic, but instead it is my calling merely to embrace it.
