I am not accustomed to having freetime in my life so I decided to take a walk around the large (not one of the two smaller ones within walking distance) cemetery of my ancestors. For some background on this particular cemetery, the earliest graves date to the late 1700s. There is a pump in the midst of the cemetery where my friends and I drank during the hot summer days, and I have a feeling it is pumping water from a water table directly below the graves...

This entire year Two-thousand and Twenty I have worked six or sometimes seven days per week every week except for one week in April when I took a week's vacation in the midst of everything being locked down. I worked, I worked 50 to 55 hours per week. I drove my 54 miles round trip every working day...

After more than six months of this grand experiment, I have grown tired of it all. (Sarcasm Alert) If science was a real thing and the theory of evolution based on reality, the human species would have developed some sort of internal system that provides a defense against unseen microscopic organisms. If only evolution was a reality (and so ends the sarcasm)...

And so I sit looking out upon the reminders of those who have come before knowing that most have already been forgotten, and so is the way of the world. I wonder what percentage of everyone who has ever lived is remembered beyond two or three generations - this number has to be incredibly small. Even surrounded by all of the granite (in most cases from where I sit) one can definitely tell the markers that still receive visitors and the ones that quite possibly I am one of the every few that has stopped by to say howdy...

How would these individuals view us living today as we mortgage the future so we can have comfort today? How will future generations view this folly - the generations who must pay back all the money that was squandered so the country wouldn't have to suck it up and take one for the genetic future of the species? 

As I look out upon the thousands of dead neatly arranged before my eyes, I think to myself that if they had worn their masks, sheltered in place, remained social distanced from all creatures, they would still be here for me to look out upon. It is extremely selfish of this generation to think that they must prolong the inevitable...

On the way to where I am currently sitting, I walked passed the remains of three people I knew that were younger than myself, and also my father, all four grandparents, two step-grandmothers, countless great aunts and uncles, numerous cousins, and here I sit thinking about the stupidity of mankind at this very moment...

Now time to walk...