At first, there is nothing, the void of creation. Then we build this up into something. Until we reach a point where life seems either futile or overflows with needs. It always seems to clank one way then the other, until the only way out seems to withdraw. Too much and not enough.
Death and taxes. The only certainties, apparently. What about aging? Franklin forgot that one in his famous quote. Aging, a subtle and universal process that never stops: we love it at first, then forget about it for a few years, dread it and finally loathe it. Every morning in the...
1940-1955 The triage of memories continues. Albums pile up. They get thicker. Now covered in heavy bordeaux faux-leather, they look like spell books waiting for a lectern, and a priest to officiate. Out with the earlier scrapbooks, the glued and stringed pages. In with the temple tomes and careful order....
3 years later and I still miss smoking every single day. I miss the comforting little boundary of me-space that a cloud of smoke creates. Every now and then, I am asked why I stopped, why I did not stop earlier, or why I ever smoked in the first place....
Or, how life is often too much and not enough At first, there is nothing, the void of creation. Then we build this up into something. Until we reach a point where life seems either futile or overflows with needs. It always seems to clank one way then the other,...
What will the people think? What will they remember about me? A common worry, even when we don’t care. Maybe especially so. And if it is a worry, then we have to admit it has at least some importance in our life. I was recently discussing choice and end-of-life dignity....
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