Tomorrow I leave for Costa Rica.  I'm going to sit on the beach, take pictures of monkeys, meditate on life (but not too much), and sleep 10 hours per night.  Manhattan is such a place of contradictions.  It's hard to leave, but yet feels like prison after too long.  And Central Park is the prison's courtyard; I've always loved parks and courtyards.  There are hawks that prey on squirrels in Central Park.

One question that I now ponder: how much should one value comfort?  When is it better to be uncomfortable or unsettled?  Or, perhaps: is the dominant culture affecting individuals such that they rarely can feel comfortable and content (so that they may always be active consumers)?  

I also think about how our globe will change in the next 100 years...  or even 92 years...  Could folks in the year 1908 have known what the next 92 years would bring?  Certainly not.