Good Evening, Everybun!
Ironic, isn't it? Bun sits down to work up a good lather, and right there, the brewing mania goes "poof!" and evaporates. It's probably for the better.
Maybe the madness realizes its place in the grand scheme of things?
If there will be any printed history books in the future, all of today's mayhem will be boiled down to a paragraph. There might even be a picture or two to go with it. And in that picture, made up of thousands of little cyan, magenta, yellow and black dots, our angst will make up a fraction of one of those dots. From a distance, those specs of color will try to fool the reader's eye into perceiving a picture. It will be forgotten as soon as the page is turned.
So, here's to looking up at the stars from a little dot in history!
And, thump! The hoomin ran out of greens for tonight's salaaaad garden!
Good night, and good luck!