While I sit here tonight with a few minutes left in the day before the clock strikes twelve and June 19th appears suddenly to run its annual course I am left thinking of a few words to focus on. A string of meaningful lyrics that can fully gather the holistic feeling of wrapping up one day and traveling to the next. As I think, Paul Simon serenades me and I am left wondering if he has these lyrics to bring my thoughts together. Yet, clearly, there are no words that can simply gather all of life’s meaning and gift wrap it with a neat bow, except, of course, “I’ll See You on the Dark Side of the Moon,” which can leave anyone simply staring confused wondering what they just heard. But, the inability for people to conquer this completely whole feeling is the subject of the lyric of the day. Paul Simon send us out of June 19th with some lyrics.
“Whoah God only knows, God makes his plan
The informations unavailable to the mortal man
Were workin our jobs collect our pay
Believe were gliding down the highway, when in fact were slip sliding away”
– “Slip-Sliding Away,” Paul Simon off of Still Crazy After All These Years (Bonus Track).
I do not know whether there is a higher being to guide us through each day. But, I do know what Paul Simon is saying is correct. This higher information is not avaliable to us. We do our jobs and (yes, quite an existential line) roll down the river and inevitably slip slide away. Enjoy slip sliding into your fridays and, if you are in New York, you will quite literally be slip sliding in the river outside of your respective houses. Good Night
The Music Court 
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