A Hawaiian Highway at night, Bonnie Tyler singing Vampire Rock Opera, there is a time in everyone's life when they hold all of life in their hands like a basketball. 

 

My Very last Life Chapter 26.

It’s Mother’s Day and I have to say the truth about my mother – she was a woman who did her fucking best and are you doing your fucking best? 

My Very last Life Chapter 25.

The only refuge from depression and whiney self-pity is purpose – but there are two kinds of purpose - big metaphysical and small amygdala versions.

When I think of heaven, or even just of the bar I want to spend time in, the bar of eternity, I think of the stable where five or six medieval writers sat around getting drunk. That's where I want to go.

Okay so I got vaccinated and for me the crisis is over - but it doesn't feel like it's over. It doesn't even feel like it ever can be over.

You start out a little worm without scales, claws or teeth; then as soon as you are aware of yourself you start making plans for who you want to be; then in the middle you realize you failed and are not what you want to be at all; then in the end you realize you really did become more or less what that 15-year-old panned to become, and you think: Why is this kid dictating to me who to be?

There’s this definition of insanity: You keep repeating the same action in the hopes of getting a different result. 

I’ve known this saying forever, but only recently realized I was doing it. So I drew up a list.

I have lived more life in the dark realm of dream and imagination and myth than in the real world.

Retirement offers an opportunity – to find meaning, purpose, to find fulfillment ...

Is all Life Really Sacred? 

Does a bug have the same rights as a proud early flying high? Is the life of Hitler as valuable as that of Jesus. I had to hink about this recently.