My parents got the first 24 years of my life.

My wife got the next 25 years of my life.

Who, or what, gets what’s left?

Show, or tell?

Fortuneteller, philosopher, or storyteller?

Pack, hunt, and kill, or…

Shear wool, spin yarn, and knit a sweater?

What is the foundation, the base, upon which the future of this blog rests?

Global groupthink or individual imagination?

Random states of energy or predestined human history?

Drop the “and.”

Forget the “or.”

Release, let the thoughts flow.

From two in opposition to four in stasis.

From four to sixteen.

From two bent angles that imply a missing third, forming a triangle to…

The inference that infinity spreads out in all directions from the two bent angles.

From the simple social bonds of family to species-level connections far from simple.

TO HERE.

NOW.

The ego wants to bless others, mention specifics, giving meaning to lives looking for recognition naturally, social beings that we are.

Silent contemplation suffices.

The planet spins, the sunlight changes direction.

Today, that is more than enough.