Extracts from The Diaries of 'Professor' Cornelius Crane
June 16th, 1967

I realize nowthat life is like traveling on a ship or train by night. We move from harbor toharbor or from station to station. We exist between a series of climaxes and/ormostly anticlimaxes. The unknown is what makes life exciting.

What reallymakes life bearable is the expectation, good or bad, of things to come.

Good thingsto look forward to would be – summer vacation, graduation, a kiss from a prettygirl, marriage, a happy family life, children, a successful career, a tripabroad, an important football game, riches, fame and so on.

Bad things,or the things we abhor or fear – exams, failure, war, ill health, bankruptcyand, of course the ultimate downer, death.

Good or bad,either way, they are the events that impress enough upon our minds to form adistinct memory – something we are able to recall many years from when theyoccurred.

We don’tremember our life in absolute detail.

Take highschool for example. I spent five years in high school. That’s over a thousanddays of schooling, not counting vacations and weekends. Yet I can only remembercertain short details of say some fifty days. Why is that? Simply because mostof a person’s life is repetition. It is mundane, pedantic, and frequentlybanal. It is simply existence. This existence is like that ship or train thattransports us from one harbor or station to the next. It is existence thatcarries us from one memorable moment to the next.

Yep, life eventually becomes a schlep of constantly looking forward tothe next weekend. And normally when it gets here, the forecast is rain!

I remember once hearing a saying that went, ‘Life is a journey, not adestination!’

Unfortunately, most of the passengers gotta travel coach in order toaccommodate the lucky few in first class.

It don’t matter if you yellow, white, red or black, in the bus of lifeyou ride in the back!

Too afraid todo anything that could drastically change the future, I must continue with thishumdrum existence of mine. So, now while the rest of the world lives in wonderof tomorrow, I am forced to live my life knowing the future, but unable toshare my knowledge with a single living soul.