It has been another very difficult day at work.  The amount of ineptitudes that can occur within a group of very bright individuals is staggering.  The surface is all hustle and bustle, a slick engine of productivity all gears blazing forward like a bullet train.  But beneath the conductor's cap is a monkey.  Every passenger a monkey.  And the monkeys are all trying to figure out when the banana peel is going to drop.  So to speak.

Another trying day.  Another day when I wonder what I'm doing in my monkey mask.

Then I read Miller; his essay, "Patchen:  Man of Anger and Light".  And I am humbled again.  What well-fed monkey has a right to complain about his bunch of bananas when out there in the world are real men living a real life? fighting for ideals with fire, brimstone, and acceptance.

Acceptance that things are as they are.  Accept, do you as you will, fight for what you wish for, but accept the world as it is every moment that you are.  And what joy it is to come across a word that you'd forgotten about and to be reacquainted like long lost friends.  What joy it is to immerse yourself in a world of words woven with care, genius, and ideals.  It makes a monkey want to shave--the better to make pretenses at being a man.