In deference to Ayn Rand, whom I must confess I have not read, I do take liberty with her title here, and make it my own variation.
I other words, shrug. I shrug. And in doing so I give permission to you, gentle reader, permission, should you need it, to shrug also. Why? Because sometimes that's all you can do is to hunch up your shoulders, tilt your head, furrow your brow, and shrug.
And that's enough. I originally was going to title this entry, "Shrug". And the text would have consisted solely of one word: shrug. But I thought that too inigmatic, something i have been accused of being. So I expanded. And that's the long and short of it.
The world is just too much to figure sometimes. So for those times, the final comment is merely a, you got it, a shrug.
I think of myself as a Muser Extraordinaire. :) I am also a Writer, photographer and garden designer. Friend, poet, paternal companion to my animal companions. And surely more. This is my blog and my website where I share my musings and thoughts with anyone who cares to read them. Rob