Reminds me of the lyrics from a song in the album “In the Court of Crimson King” by a long ago hippie group called (ahem) King Crimson. (Sung by Greg Lake of Emerson Lake and Palmer fame, … greatest concert I ever saw.) “Confusion will be out epitaph, as we crawl the cracked and broken path, … for tomorrow we will be crying, … tomorrow we will be dying, … dying.” Yeah yeah, … so I’m an old hippie. We had to go SOMEWHERE you know.
