Why do we celebrate the New Year?
Is it simply our desire to close off something and open up another? Is it a desire for a new beginning, yet we know it is not going to be new? Why do we keep deluding ourselves with a hope we know as hollow as the trunk of a dying oak tree? Why is all this show? Is it the show must go on or is it there is nothing but a show? Or is it simply a long for continuum drives us in expense of an annoying triviality?