Everything slowly blurs and fades
Meaningful and Meaningless
What are we to do on days
When  these thoughts possess our emptiness

An image has stayed with me from our recent road trip. A red car on a wide, unpaved road with mountains in the backdrop and green fields on either side pausing for it's turn on the highway 101. And just next to that was a vineyard with fresh growing crops, all lined up in neat rows. As we rushed past them, each row greeted us and let us view it's pretty path.