Life is full of melancholy vignettes. The other day I was in Luby’s. I noticed about a dozen single men all taking their meal(s) alone. The Eric Carmen song, “All By Myself” was playing. Sometimes, it breaks my heart to see people eating alone. I looked at these men; these creatures full of joy and sadness and hope and fear. Their eyes focused on thoughts and memories I would never know. Brittle sculptures. Mud… One day, they would die. What were their stories? At that moment I found my dopey skull filled with heavy considerations about life, death, the meaning of it all. I recognized that the poignancy of solitude casts its long bitter shadow over us all eventually. I was, in the eye of the ALL-ONE, a confused and insignificant ember burning on, fading out, soon to be forever extinguished. Time, God, atomic particles: all mordant accomplices to my great despair. Fragility… One bite of coconut cream pie put the cure on those ugly thoughts. BE GONE YE BLUE DEVILS! I smiled. Luby’s: come for the existential crisis, STAY FOR THE PIE!