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.
Month: August 2020
The High Cost of Woo
I find myself wondering how much the historical Jesus billed Lazarus for his resurrection.
Sitting in the Rain
Gene Kelly may have danced; I just sat but with equal pleasure no doubt.
Age or Change
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.
A Garden in the Night
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.