The Aim Was Song Robert Frost Before man came to blow it right     The wind once blew itself untaught, And did its loudest day and night     In any rough place where it caught. Man came to tell it what was wrong:     It hadn’t found the place to blow; It blew too hard—the … Continue reading Poetry

Each of us has our clock ticking down. One click, one click, another. Like sand leaking through the hourglass hole with no possibility of return. Like drops of water dripping from the faucet, escaping down the dark black hole. To where? Never to return? We become the grandmother buried beneath the giant Banyan, or the … Continue reading Where Do We Go When We Die?

True happiness is to enjoy the present, without anxious dependence upon the future. Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Life is a beginning as well as an end. It frames our existence. It is no small thing to enjoy the sun on your face or bath in the light of spring or feel the beauty of love. Fill yourself with it. Be grateful if you are one of the fortunate ones.

The good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowledge. Bertrand Russell