It's nice to go driving, to take the wheel and pick the way, to push into the night beyond the decent hours, and to pass so many dimmed houses where the respected and gainfully employed sleep, shackled to dreams of inflated salaries and plush vacations.

It's good to be out of bounds, on the lam and in charge of your own lot. And, it is a privileged - afforded only the unbound - to choose to stop, look up and see the eternal stars and to know that all of life is a sham.