“Best Use of Sentimentality” (Though, this is obviously a 40-something trait…) Open Love Letter to My Daughter* I recently hit a milestone in my life, aside from turning forty last January, my wife and I had a child on June 9th. She is a beautiful, diabolical little creature named Sylvie Juno Pasquarelli, as in from the […]
Read books, especially novels and poetry but remember that poetry is all around us, it is a walk in the woods or on the beach at dawn.
For me, life is one long process of questioning the dominant paradigm and weighing the answers, a continual awakening to all that life has to offer. I often get pissed off and negative and have to remind myself tomorrow is another day and there is much still that I have to learn. This is my last post here on 30 POV so I hope that you will excuse my indulgence in leaving you with a poem of my own composition, like my life it is still a work in progress. They all are.
This is the end of everything.
The end of the month, the end of the year, the end of our lives, the end of the world as we know it, the end of the universe. It is all coming crashing down in just a few months time, in the blink of an eye our whole lives change and not just small change but wholesale change. A complete overhaul of our lifestyle and goals. No more fun, no more selfish use of time to please my whims.
Secular Humanists will tell us that values are universal and will deny that eithics, values and the meaning of life come from a deity. Integrity, fairness, trustworthiness and benevolence are human values that are necessary to live with one another in communities and thrive and thus most major world religions espouse very similar social virtues.
Well, here it is October, and as usual I am bringing up the rear with the final and probably worst post of the month. You bastards already used up all the good ideas and I am stuck with my crappy, recycled ideas not the ones I telepathically stole from you minds while you were sleeping […]
As far as living in an environmentally friendly way, I learned almost all I know from my parents. Growing up in our house frugality was a way of life, not environmentalism–but the effect was essentially the same. There were rules in our house and while they sucked at the time, now that I pay the bills they make a lot of sense.
Untitled (1999) At times I need to escape, drift formlessly through my window and fly into ethereal space. Sitting, I see myself floating on wind currents riding the updrafts and gusts of primal life. Unfettered. Freedom. High above society’s claims, I soar. No confines. No restrictions. In a state of natural bliss, I reside. Graceful. […]