At 4:30 I was up. Many are and that's not the issue. It's arising feeling entirely unprepared for the day, for life. It's a continuing feeling of almost helplessness in this world today. In the 60s, and to some extent into the early 70s many, including me believed, ingenuously believed and perhaps even knew we were going to do something to help society that particular day. It might have been as little an event or action as picking up a piece of litter that would help the environment, but I no longer feel that way. There is no anticipation of the day…and far too much litter to pick up.