I can’t explain my dreams. But I know they happen.
I can’t explain love. But I know it happens.
Even the most critical scientific discoveries lay bare areas that have never been addressed or known, new areas ripe for discovery.
It’s an unending process for us. It’s all a divine mystery.
Worth a second look…
“And it was only when I lay there on rotting prison straw that I sensed within myself the first stirrings of good. Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between classes, nor between political parties either—but right through every human heart—and through all human hearts.” Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn,The Gulag Archipelago 1918–1956. Earlier a piece of fiction reminded humans of the true nature of their hearts. That wasDr. Jekyll and Mr. Hydeby Robert Louis Stevenson.
To those who don’t practice a faith and who may not have a clear picture of sin, think about the comments you have made to particularly a loved one, that, you wish you had back. Solzhenitsyn, who risked his life in order to promote a better life for his fellow Soviet citizens, recognized the evil in his heart.
You say the concept…
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Looking forward…
So what’s it like to be 74? That’s where the clock turned for me a few months ago. I’m quite grateful, that, for almost six years I’ve been retired.
I am also exceptionally grateful for my health. Some rare fetuses have leukemia. Several of my younger friends have stents in coronary arteries. By the grace of God, neither my blood nor my coronaries have failed me yet.
Retired, I am somewhat like a kid with some change in San Francisco’s Ghirardelli’s Square or “Chocolate West.” The downside is I am not a kid. I am a lot closer to the Final Act than when I was 10 years old. Mortality was something I rarely thought about at 10, though I did think about it occasionally.
But, I have a wonderful spouse and family who are there for me. Additionally, there are so many wonderful books to read. There are so…
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“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.” F. Scott Fitzgerald. His words ring true for the writer and the reader.
I suppose that explains the soothing nature of writing to those of us who love to write. For instance, I get positive feedback through my blogs across the globe. It is meaningful for me.
When I read aloud, it is a novel experience. I have a greater emotional reaction when voicing my words to others, more likely, for instance, to tear up. The spoken word is something communal and powerful. I appreciate that in my feedback at readings.
I hope my blog speaks to you of much more than the mundane. Perhaps, one day you will comment, if you have not. Thanks for listening.
Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey 