civilized ku # 161 ~ standing in the comfort zone

A picture thought while eating breakfast • click to embiggenI was eating breakfast on Sunday morning when what to my wandering / wondering eyes should appear but a view that I never see from my customary kitchen table seat.

The house was quiet (the wife was at work), all the guests were long gone and I was in a reflective / contemplative state of mind which was mostly likely encouraged by reading about the latest economic train wrecks in the Sunday paper. My contemplation was mainly centered around a variation upon the immortal words of Oliver Hardy (as oft stated to Stan Laurel), "Well, here's another nice mess we've gotten ourselves into."

Round about that time is when I noticed the view and I thought almost immediately of the lryics to Keb Mo's song, Victims of Comfort -

No rocket's gonna fly that high,
There's no escaping the enemy, It's you I,
We've poisoned up the water,
We're chokin' on the air,
Let's stop before it gets too late,
Or is it already too late?
Is it already too late?

For the victims of comfort,
Got no one else to blame,
We're just the victims of comfort,
Connosuiers of pain.

It's a technological merry-go-round,
Dangerous illusions buried under the ground,
And everyone likes a party,
But know one wants to clean,
Well I'd like to see a change somehow
But I'm a little busy right now,
Just a little busy right now.

I'm just a victim of comfort,
I got no one else to blame,
I'm just a victim of comfort,
A Cryin' shame.

Oh and what do we got to lose?
Everything.
Yes and what do we stand to gain?
Everything, so lets try together,
Before we have to cry together,
It's too soon to die together.

I'm just a victim of comfort,
Got no one else to blame,
I'm just a victim of comfort,
Connosuier of pain.
We were victims of comfort
Got no one else to blame,
I'm just a victim of comfort,
Cryin' shame.