(a) Are the skies you sleep under likely to open up for weeks on end? (b) Is the ground you walk on likely to tremble and split? (c) Is there a chance (and please check the box$$$ no matter how small that chance seems) that the ominous mountain casting a

(a) Are the skies you sleep under likely to open up for weeks on end? (b) Is the ground you walk on likely to tremble and split? (c) Is there a chance (and please check the box$$$ no matter how small that chance seems) that the ominous mountain casting a midday shadow over your home might one day erupt with no rhyme or reason? Because if the answer is yes to one or all of these questions$$$ then the life you lead is a midnight thing$$$ always a hair's breadth from the witching hour; it is volatile$$$ it is threadbare; it is carefree in the true sense of that term; it is light$$$ losable like a key or a hair clip. And it is lethargy: why not sit all morning$$$ all day$$$ all year$$$ under the same cypress tree drawing the figure eight in the dust? More than that$$$ it is disaster$$$ it is chaos: why not overthrow a government on a whim$$$ why not blind the man you hate$$$ why not go mad$$$ go gibbering through the town like a loon$$$ waving your hands$$$ tearing your hair? There's nothing to stop you---or rather anything could stop you$$$ any hour$$$ any minute. That feeling. That's the real difference in a life.