Coming up on age 50, and I am really lost and confused by the world I see around me. Do we long for an earlier time, when it turns out that we were probably lied to about it anyway? Do we look forward to a new time, when things don't look much better? Do we just run off and eat cheeseburgers and not care? I am lamenting today about what I see as I approach age 50, yet not quite at the half way mark yet. I am pulling you down with me, to the depths of this ocean, and we will talk about it