There are as many people in the world as there are minutes in the time the sun’s light reaches them, and there are as many agendas in the world as there are people. And I would assume I too would have one, if looked from the outside in, but from inside out, I believe my agenda, if there was any, is about as literal as the word could be in that I have a few things on it today: sipping coffee, doing my crossword, packing my suitcase, working and writing, some other day-to-day oddities, a little meditation if time allows. And my hope from myself, from this day, is that all of that is done and dusted before the night sets in. My life and, by extension, I, are simple that way. The rest may be little displays of annoyance, such as wanting no vehicles parked boldly and with abject stupidity on the sidewalk so I can use it for its intended purpose, but that, and other little things like those, are but provocations and responses to the world. Often, I keep a tight lip and keep it to myself, and they spill out only in the presence of those I trust would not keep it in some sort of tally or record either because there is some sort of mutual respect and love between us, or when I am certain they could not keep a tally or record of the greatest truths even if they wished! But all that said, I float aimlessly. I do not want to spin the world a certain way. I want to go wherever it takes me. I am sure people have their reasons, and I am sure all of them are justified, and I am sure people far more educated, far more capable than me are put in charge of the world or in charge of where it will go next or where it ought to go next. I trust them to do their job well so long as they do not bother me while I sip my coffee quietly in the corner. I was never of this world, only from it. If the world itself holds no candle to me and my attention, then how, I wonder, do religion or country or other arbitrary taxonomies fare? I stand for nothing. I simply stand to take the sun in. I go about yet another day.