The Sublime Roundabout

So the World Cup is fast upon us. Perhaps the most surprising entry into this year's field is the Iceland National Team. What a delight to have a team from a country that is home to around 400,000 people, and how wonderful that they actually have a shot.... One of the things I love most about soccer is that it's not a race that goes to the biggest and most wealthy. The US, arguably one of the wealthiest countries that has ever been, has a difficult time fielding teams - our US Women's Team is phenomenal and a perennial powerhouse, but the men's team is lackluster. I'm honestly more surprised that they go at all, ever, to any World Cup. Here's the problem - and it's been a problem for years. Soccer in the US doesn't get the attention that other sports get. I'm talking about the big three - football, basketball, and baseball. We do well in the Summer Olympics, generally in the flashy sports like swimming and gymnastics... But in other events and...

Come what may, and love it. When Elder Wirthlin spoke these words several years ago, I was struck by how beautiful and simply profound they are. Life moves fast. It moves in ways and takes you in directions you wouldn't anticipate. Always moving forward, always headed onward, the time flies according to He who pulled the bow. In conversation with an amazing friend, it occurs to me that in the inexorably straight arrow that is time, we exist and persist at the very tip of the arrow... Maybe like a bug resting on the grille of my truck? Maybe the roadrunner stuck to the front of a speeding train? Or maybe, just maybe, we are all at the tip of the arrow because that's where existence is most significant, most real, and most beneficial.... I don't know. I'm not smart enough to know all of these things. I do know that it's a pleasure to go along with you on this journey, dear, constant reader. I don't know the end of where this is headed - that's not ...