The machine revolution! As I read, I remembered my Indian grandmother, who had hair as black as a crow's wings in her 70s, and worked magic with her hands: food, antidotes for flus and ailments. She was a real witch with the bushes. My grandmother laughed a lot. Now I see so many young people bitter, unsatisfied, not knowing how to do anything. We look like machines. We go out of our way trying to achieve what is supposed to make us happy, when happiness is much simpler. Good thing you are writing more often (you are accomplishing one of your goals). Hugs to you