As never-ending and complicated as everything presents, it's simultaneously simple.  And for the exact same reasons, posed in slightly different perspectives.  See?  Truth really is a paradox.  Every time.  Think about it....  And that's why our decisions become tricky. 

The improv: I don't even know what to say.  Today was quite obscured.  And in listening back, not so very terrible... hmmm....  The listenings; so haphazard.  They have become specimens... not good or bad, but weird and interesting in their meanderings.  So I'm picking the weirdest one of all.  Who cares.

Here we go, Day 226: