Seven billion personalities wandering the space around Earth’s core, all of us with needs, wants, ideas, plans, hopes, sorrows…

In this mortal coil that resembles strands of DNA as much as anything else, meaning — possibly, probably — that life itself is life itself, we are who we are when we are where we are how we are, do we see or hear ourselves making impacts on those around us, changing the course of needs, wants, ideas, plans, hopes, and/or sorrows in the moment?

Our philosophies do not matter.

Life is entropy, order and chaos, sets of states of energy bumping into each other, sometimes self-consciously, seeking reproduction in various disguises, forms, performances, rituals, randomness…

How many days are left before this storyline picks up the tale of the invisible group mockingly, seriously, joyously, sadly called the Committee?

Are you prepared to meet the super genius behind the veiled enclosure where decisions are made in both individual/committee conscious intent and the general flow of the [sub/non/un]conscious crowded moment?

We are constantly influencing the moment, breathing in and out, exchanging atoms and molecules in the space around us, exchanging ideas/memes in the social network between us…

Beliefs, strengths and other words of ancient origin compete, no winners intended or implied.

So it is I am this skin-wrapped self, this temporary visage, passing through this time we share together, gathering ideas like a quilter gathers pieces of cloth, building a layer of warm comfort and pleasing design, traditional and contemporary at the same time.

We have but one moment in which to live, one moment to make a difference, and then the next moment arrives upon which the previous moment’s opportunities, missed or achieved, present options.

Showing my father a future in which he wants to live and improve his bodily conditions.

Working with professional medical workers to increase the strength of Dad’s support network.

Asking friends to vocalise their love and fondness of and for my father.

Remembering that every word, every phrase, every expressed thought, makes a world of difference in my father’s intensive therapy sessions and the down times in-between.

Ever the optimist, helping my father, a Life Member of the Optimist Club, recall his oft-cited recital of the Optimist Creed:

Promise Yourself …

• To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.
• To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet.
• To make all your friends feel that there is something in them.
• To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.
• To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best.
• To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.
• To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
• To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.
• To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others.
• To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.