As worker fond of science and literature, from SEA now domiciled in the West Coast, films and books have been my constant, keeps my sensitivities keen to understand the prime movers and the gentle events of finding friends as we forward in time. It goes without saying that the 20th, and now the 21st century had been more than interesting times. Two world wars, nuclear fission , trips to the moon and Russian and American satellites travelling to the edge of our stellar space, With the Chinese challenging such advancements, it is very disturbing that we get a leader as leaden as Trump. We are a peaceful people, but how long this peace will prevail is anybody’s guess. Its a good thing that the Russians under Putin [in world events, not necessarily domestically] had held an even hand and not prone to exhibitionism on stage as in the US. The Japanese is  strong and quietly influential and inventive in its own special way, a force to reckon with if it finds itself threatened by bullies. It is a river that runs silently and deep. A trait that the likes of US lords have forgotten, being as loud and boisterous as they are [shallow waters make lots of old adage] not inured in the American ruling classes since their victory in WW II, having forgotten their resounding defeat in Vietnam from men and women in black pajamas. Sadly, these loud and untutored minds seem to rule the world at the moment, As the Holy Book once said or is it an old adage: This too shall pass. Why the affection for literature eventually devolves to current politics?Its proximity is undeniable, being close to the vortex that might explode , its moorings invisible, perhaps none existent. But, it suffixes to know that there are more pleasant alternatives to the dire reality of life. In the evenings , when the lights are low, I cuddle a book, and get lost in beautiful ideas of love among peoples of excellent intelligence and concern for those less endowed, even only in their prayers. We live in interesting times, science , medicine, economics, literature, drastic changes in our folkways and mores over this century, the ability to reach millions at the flick on the keys on a tiny machine that conquers space-time itself, travelling faster than the speed of sound, but not of light yet. Looking back how Heisenberg and Bohr discovered uncertainty, quarreled for life how the discovery will be used by rising tied of fascism or not, a controversy , yet unsettled to this very moment. I must be moving in the wrong racket, because not too many of us remember these momentous events which could have led to our own destruction, a propensity so peculiar to human beings, although it is common knowledge that monkeys will over eat bananas when they are domesticated and offered to their hearts’ content. Their is a natural tendency in the wilds to save some for tomorrow.  In our abundance and poverty in half the sectors of the world over, one wonders if human beings are normally distributed in the measure for greed and avarice, for kindness and benevolence, for srlf sacrifice witnessed in battlefields or impoverished sections of worlds. It seems, I have lost tract of literature, the initial topic, but the current situation of the world demands attention, even cursorily and superficially. The root causes of human suffering and bounty are intertwined and few have tried to unravel it, to unweave the intricate relationships that bind societies in spite or its discordant noises . And here we are, pushing our relentless endeavour to reach the sea, like the mountain streams finding peace and respite in the vast expanse of the distant sea…like Thorin discovering the key to the fable Arken Stone, which drove him to the the madness of ultimate avarice and death. The pyre that the dwarfs built to send Thorin to Odin’s place, his lovely evelids closed, the smile on his battered face….the lost son to his father’s praise. Memories are made of these, thank heavens it was only a film and our hero lives in New York or Yorkshire or London, still working away with at most pleasure on his craft. My only hopeless wish, is he does do  a project with Daneila, just more time for the road to no where…as Hamlet says..”where no one ever returns to tell the tale”…sorry for addendum. Well, we retrun to the campfire every evening , have a mug or two with our confreres and sing the songs of Thorin, till the lights run low and all is quiet. Curtains are up….