The Sublime Roundabout

It's not zero Zero implies that there is something surrounding the Nothing It retains a value based on position If not in fact No, the empty set has not even a zero Because a zero is still something And there was this place in me Somewhere inside Where I once thought love would dwell That intimacy would share And affection would glow Shedding its light and warmth Throughout my cold, tired soul But now all is empty - no, empty is not the right word This place, ill-defined Is not even black or empty It just has collapsed in on itself And winked out of existence Like the place that a flame goes When the candle is snuffed out

My daughter thinks he's a bit creepy. She doesn't understand the subtle humor...

This one: http://www.npr.org/sections/codeswitch/2016/08/25/455470334/all-mixed-up-what-do-we-call-people-of-multiple-backgrounds It's an extremely well-written and insightful article. It makes me think about my own children and what they have and will continue to experience. When I married my wife, I honestly didn't think about what our children would experience this way. Maybe that's because I'm naive, and maybe it's because I just love their mother, and everything else was a secondary concern. And maybe because this kind of thing has become more "normal" in our society, maybe I thought it wouldn't be an issue. But what has happened has been a little different. My son, in particular, has mentioned that he's run into some uncomfortable situations related to the way he looks. It started when he was very young - maybe in 2nd grade - and had to confront the idea that he was different and that it wasn't always looked upon with grace. I t...

I'm guessing my overly expressive nature is off-putting. Actually, I don't have to guess - I've been told many times. So, if you're still here, please know that I appreciate and love you very much. If you're not here any more, well, you'll never know then, will you. :)

I like hiking. By that I mean I like to meander slowly along a trail in the mountains. I have a buddy who is a very serious hiker (website:  http://lanep.org/ ) and I am nothing like that. He could hike circles around me. But I enjoy a more relaxed, enjoy-the-journey kind of hiking... It may take me all day to get there, but I'm enjoying every step. I need to apply that kind of perspective to every aspect of my life. I am often frustrated that the journey isn't progressing towards the destination as quickly as I'd like. So many times, I want to JUST GET THERE ALREADY! forgetting that the journey is what is important. In fact, sometimes I start to realize that the journey is the destination - that we are bound to keep moving and progressing, and there really is no "destination"... I also need to remember to keep pressing forward, even when it's difficult. In reality, my life is pretty easy. Sure, I have issues and hardships, just like everyone who shuffle...

I've stopped feeling hurt Because I just don't want to Feel your knives in my flesh My heart My soul Anymore I'm burned and burned and burned Out

There is a point She said (Of course she said it She was always talking) The point is that you Completely missed  The point .

I don't know why Maybe I'm not that clever after all As smart as I'd like to think I am... And maybe there's something in the mystery That is compelling while it's unknown But becomes boring when it is revealed So maybe, just maybe I'll keep this mystery Cryptic and unknown Because then I can delight In the darkness A while longer  

I read recently that someone decided that the Moon needed a name. That the "Moon" is too generic a term for our lovely celestial orb. But the Moon already has a name: Luna. Which should be good enough for anyone.

Here you go: Now you know. :)

Sometimes you read an article that just speaks to you. Perhaps it's because of the way it's written. Perhaps it's in the way it says what you think - which can be refreshing, as we often feel that we're the only ones who think/feel a certain way. And at times the article just really covers all bases for you. This is one of those for me: http://www.npr.org/sections/13.7/2016/08/10/489470208/the-porous-boundary-between-science-and-the-mysterious The author - who is a scientist and a professor, and clearly a good writer - puts forth the case that the body of things we don't know - the mysterious - will ALWAYS be more than the things we can know. In fact, he points out, there will always be things we just CAN'T know. In a way, that's frustrating for people who want to know everything. Like me. But on the other hand, he points out, this can be liberating, because once you realize what's impossible, you can explore the limits of what is possible. And you...

Trump recently made a comment that was probably meant as some kind of a joke or other light-hearted comment, but was really quite troubling: Now, I'm familiar with saying stuff that I thought would be funny but it turns out to not be. I've even offended people unwittingly in my effort to be clever. And it's embarrassing. But here's the thing - I'm not running for president, and I would never, EVER suggest that violence is an answer to a problem. Two things. First, there are people who follow Trump that are crazy. Not all, but some. And they may take his suggestion as something their leader has implied that they should accomplish. (Will no one rid me of this troublesome priest?) (Not that I'm comparing Mrs. Clinton to Thomas Becket - just the off-hand remark which maybe wasn't intended to mean what it sounded like, but which could be interpreted to MEAN JUST THAT...) The second amendment has preserved the right to bear arms, which in this context means ...

Do you ever watch clouds grow? Maybe that's a silly question. I'm not sure that I know anyone else who watches clouds grow. Sometimes I can't help it, though. There's something majestic going on, something that speaks of the creation of life itself, something celestial and heavenly. I love to watch clouds grow. It's different than watching them move across the sky, which has its own kind of grandeur. No, this is growth, but on a scale that the greatest architects can only dream of... The dazzling, perfectly glorious white puffs reach skyward, delicate and powerful, soft and strong. They make the azure sky seem more like a royal blue, a deep, mysterious background for these fantastic shapes... And it's this mystery that confounds me, that pulls me in and makes me watch. I cannot pull away, I dare not! For how can one turn away from the primal forces of creation itself? And it goes on in real time (what an amazing concept - Real. Time.) such that if you bl...