Meditation

To sit in dappled shade in the late summer sunshine. To breathe the soft cool wind, to close eyes and let the mind wander where it will.

The High Cost of Woo

I find myself wondering how much the historical Jesus billed Lazarus for his resurrection.

Gene Kelly may have danced; I just sat but with equal pleasure no doubt.

My mind drifted this morning, far from the algorithm I was working on. Was I old I wondered or had I simply changed.

Deep in meditative trance a voice, my own perhaps, told me that I sought a god and had always done so.

Last night was a night of my soul, but not a dark one.

While there may be no god and no objective morality, we may act as if there were. Some of us find that we must.