Confused Confucius is weary.
Many years moving leaves with a broom, all in search of meaning in the universe, has taken its toll. A rest has been ordered, perhaps with the occasional visit to the casino.
He has asked me to convey his sincere apologies to all his three followers, and the kind person who once posted a saying on Pintrest, for the abrupt halt to his musings.
He says that there will be more offerings of dubious wisdom once he has taken stock, recovered and hopefully scored big at the tables.
I for one, hope he makes it.