I can't say things straight forward. Black and White makes so much sense until someone splatters the canvas with shades of gray. How can I pick out the right colours when nothing has any rules? Let me throw a dart and see where it lands. But then again I've never been any good at darts, be prepared to duck.
Watterson had it right. Sledding could be a metaphor for us. But if nothing ever makes perfect sense what does that leave us? Sprawled out across the bottom of the hill wondering what happened.
As long as you look back and see the fun you had during the wild ride, maybe it's all worth it.
It's a Magical World Hobbes Ol' Buddy.
Let's Go Exploring!