This is a very special unspecial day

I am 63 but it's not my birthday. In fact there is really nothing special about this day other than I feel like Doogy Houser as I see these little letters crawl across the page. If you were 63 you too might know who Doogy Houser was. Probably though (I wasn't a real fan of this show), I might have more in common with him than I care to admit. He spilled his new found wisdom, profundities and compelling endurance at the shows end every week. I thought I might do the same here except he was 16 and I am way past that even if we reverse the numbers so it should be somewhat different, eh?.
But just as his weekly commentary on life as demonstrated by the aforementioned moving letters, was an attempt to make timeless sense of a life lived even if only 1/2 hour a week, so this day I too set virtual type to virtual paper and try to make sense out of my world. The fact is at 63 the idea occurs to me that it is likely just as much a commentary on a made up story just like Doogy Houser' script or anything else that we witness out there in the world. But it really doesn't make any difference. On this day, this unspecial special day I've chosen to start to play with life's Divine Impermanance and humbly try to teach it a thing or two.