The secret to happiness is loving everyone. Questions? Yes, those too. Yes, them also. Yes, her as well. Yes, him too. Yes. Yes. Yes.
The British novelist Charles Dickens toured the US in the early 1840s. Dickens was considerably left of center and had a particular dislike for monarchy and social class. He wanted to see firsthand this new nation that had thrown off the yoke of threadbare European ideas. Instead of encountering that shining city on a hill, … More America:—What’s Your Mission Statement? (#Ferguson #Thanksgiving)
1. Hell is a bus station on a holiday. I read as I wait, thinking Sartre most likely had something figured out. 2. Thanksgiving eve with a crowd so large even TV news joins in and little kids gather behind the reporter to wave and flip the bird. But that gets edited out. 3. Hell … More #Thanksgiving at the Greyhound Station
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It’s tough then, not feeling beatific, when the sun obsesses on its morning haze and eternity sports a goatee. The day plays bongos, and even sea birds rest from the waves. Then, “frankly” can’t explain how frankly transcendence (satori, what-have-you) has caught the breeze. That’s when the future does more than ask, “What next?” and … More On Perfect Moments