“It is upon such stones that men attempt to permanently etch history so they will not exist in a vacuum; it is the final statement after a lifetime of scratching out divisions upon the ground, over ephemeral time itself, merely to give their short journeys meaning, to tell others “I was here – do not forget me, do not let my brief blast dissolve into nothingness.” Rob Bignell
“I only wanted to tell you that this was the wonderful time for you. Don’t let any of it go by without enjoying it. There won’t be any more merry-go-rounds. No more cotton candy. No more band concerts. I only wanted to tell you, Martin, that this is the wonderful time. Now! Here!” Rod Serling, Stories from the Twilight Zone
Perhaps someone could explain the meaning? I could not locate the usual, nearby explanation for what I was viewing beyond a pleasing water feature.
Ever notice how many people display images of the sky…usually not just a blue sky, but rather a combination of clouds, sky and the pallet of colors. Something draws the eye, the mind to the sky beyond the colors and cloud shapes. I’m never certain how to express the why’s of it all or if it is even necessary beyond it all pleases. Yet, I silently wonder. Something primitive, spiritual, prophetic, soothing or ominous, in all the variations, captures the eye, in person or as shared by others.
Was life good today?
Did I give a hand, a smile?
Did I walk the talk?
Early morning, a few birds start to chirp. A bull bellows in the distance. The chill gives goosebumps. The air is fresh and crisp. The cluttered mind is challenged to simplify, to decompress. The day dawns, another day of life and what am I to do to honor that gift?
understanding one’s life
seeking answers in many places
the how’s, the why’s please
