A Variety of Thoughts About Everything

In the following missive I am going to quote a book and then tell you what that means to me. Some of you, the ones from my first Transformational group shall recognize some of this as you have heard me thinking out loud about this. And others of you, not so much. ‘”But what of us?” said Grego. ”Will we be extinguished? What difference does it make then, the ones of us who had plans, what does it matter the work we have done? The children we’ve raised?” He looked pointedly at Olhado. “What will it matter then, that you have such a big happy family, if you are all erased in one instant by that ... bomb?” “Not one moment of my life with my family has been wasted,” said Olhado quietly. “But the point of it is to go on, isn’t it? To connect with the future?” “That’s one part, yes,” said Olhado. “But part of the purpose of it is the now, is the moment. And part of it is the web of connections. Links from soul to soul. If the purpose of life was just to continue into the future, then none o

 Earlier today I read a Social Media post that talked about how the most important magical power in the Harry Potter universe was Love. The person gave several examples of how love shaped an outcome to support the point of view. And then talked about how fans seem to have lost site of that. (And if you want to have an argument about J.K. Rowling's views on Trans Gendering let us not have it here. Let me know where it is and I will go and participate. Just not here please.) And I remember in Lord of the Rings, both book and movie, when Gandalf talked about how it is not the great powers that hold back hate and evil, but the small acts of everyday kindness, acts of Love, that do this. And there are many others throughout the various media that point towards this. The idea seems to permeate us as Human Beings. And it also seems to bring a very strong backlash from us as Human Beings. For many years of my life, most of the 1st half of my life, I was in a world of hate. I hated everythi

 On the morning of January 29th 1979 a 16 year old girl who lived across the street from the Cleveland Elementary School in San Diego California opened fire on the school as students were arriving with a .22 rifle. She killed the school Principle and a Custodian. She injured eight other Students and a Police Officer. She then barricaded herself inside the house she lived in. A reporter for a local paper began dialing phone numbers in the neighborhood until the person dong the shooting answered. When the reporter asked why she was doing this she answered, "I don't like Mondays. This livens up the day". Of course everything about this incident was forever and always framed in the "I don't like Mondays" context and no one really looked any further from what I can understand. A rock and roller who heard about the incident wrote a song using "I don't like Mondays" as the title and context and framed it as insanity. It was a popular song for a while.

 When I was young, Jr High and the beginning of High School, I had four friends. If you found any of us you probably found all of us. There were others in that time that hung with us off and on. We were the main crew. And we did a lot of stuff. There were many times that we were causing trouble or doing things that would be not conducive to growing up healthy and well rounded. In later years we drifted apart and went our separate ways. I lost track of everyone for many years. One of the group kept in contact with 2 of us. And then, I tracked him down some years ago and we began our friendship again. And the last one came back into, long distant, contact with me and one other just recently. Well, a little over a week ago I received an invitation to the 60 year birthday and 40 year anniversary of the career, of the one with whom I was having a real hard time connecting with. And with whom I really wanted to connect. The last time we spoke was several years ago. I had called him, again, a