Don’t know where I am. I’ve thought seriously about euthanasia regarding the battle of will in the old age of life, and the realization that humans are not what I thought we were. This is a part of the story in the last chapter of an incomplete book of my life. Are all citizens to … Read more
According to Scientific American July 2023 is the hottest month ever recorded on Earth. I am wondering how many people will be outside in the heat? The heat storm is a threat to humanity in particular, and to biology overall. The crisis is also a threat to all human systems of social organization and order. … Read more
I’m pushing it this morning, same as yesterday. So how do I see the future now? Step by step, grunt by grunt. Tony Bennett died yesterday. He was 96. I’m feeling the emptiness in the passing of my generation’s cycle, 1930 – 2000. It’s now 2023 and I’m still here, kind of a left over. … Read more
“The honeymoon is over and the work of marriage begins.” The reality of biological matter takes over in the demands of living, breeding, eating and providing, until age demands that one’s will steps in and overrides one’s passion, as the soul digs through the dark of pain, labor, loss and gain. I guess true romance … Read more
I’m feeling fragmented, and torn, in my present vision of human life on earth. It makes deep demands upon my capacity to learn, do, and face both the mundane disorder and its decline of effort and understanding of what is demanded of us in the living process of energy transformation of the Solar-Earth order. Those … Read more
It sure feels like I’m coming apart. I look at the impending crisis of ‘now’ and see that which I dare not see. It crushes my soul to witness starving children, the homeless and moneyless, those without work, a world in economic and monetary collapse, cultural malfunction, riot police, war, and political anger and greed. I … Read more
The pieces are coming apart and I am barely keeping up. I now have a clearer view of what the reality of getting old looks and feels like as I am living it in these final stages—there is only the labor of parting from life. After reading a report from the Global Food Bank, I … Read more
It all comes down to emptiness In the pool of my life. I see the crust of meaning Crumbling into ashes of purpose, Every rock metamorphosed And lost from form. It’s like the whole fire of life is ready to dissolve In the flood of demanding, Unable to connect with itself. Meaning has lost its … Read more