The thunder rolls, and the lightnng strikes. Under a blanket of clouds, cropped tight to the ground, but not so tight to be fog, the thunder rolls. Gray permeates the sky and the thunder rolls. Scattered rain showers ruin a wedding celebration and the thunder rolls. Above the clouds the thunder rolls. The sun shines, and the rain is nothing but what we can imagine....

And in the hour of need, surrounded by all our loved ones, even some we missed or had forgotten about, the sea roils and seethes with the fury that only the planet can command. In hubris, life clings to boats, tossed at once, and yet fettered to the spot, frozen, unable to move or suffer destruction. It thought itself invincible. But nothing was ever farther from the truth. Memory of this life fades and what’s left is another rock, slightly warmer than the rest....

It’s hard to understand what’s not understandable especially in light of what we never understood to begin with. The sound of the keys made a clicking noise that would have driven an average man crazy, but the lack of preconceptions in this case led to the clack, clack, clack, clack to a tap, tap, tap, tap to a drum beat driven into the heart of the most relevant moments of his life....

“If you cannot or will not imagine the results of your actions, there’s no way you can act morally or responsibly, Little kids can’t do it; babies are morally monsters — completely greedy. Their imagination has to be trained into foresight and empathy.” Ursula K. Le Guin ...

We have the capacity to find joy in all things. A negative attitude is worse than a tumor. The best of life can come from the worst of life....

A stiff wind blows and snaps the reed in the canebrake. Gilgamesh is dead. And yet we persist. How do we persist? Why do we persist? The stories we tell ourselves are fabircations. The world tells only a single story. The story of all life, bending, arcing towards a darkness that knows nothing, that promises nothing. Only the great recycling of energy and mass. Heat and light and dust....

The ability to reason about output, production or worth. If you id, catalog, organize you can gain insight, improvements or reaction. Understanding your universal product codes improves very little. Codes are tools of catagorization ensuring that everything is unique, trackable, known. All our products should be known. That is a universal goal of humanity....

By definition, seasons are temporal. There is no beginning but what we claim, and no end but what we decree. Earth’s oscilations, rotations and orbits provide consistency, but only inasmuch as we remember what came before. Life, our Earth, and each day is change. When drawn out a thousand, ten thousand years, do we have a right, or is it even reasonable, to expect anything to be stable?...

As an article of faith, collaboration, coordination, we claim red comes before blue. Energy and rates of oscilation bounce around inside our eyes and our brain tells us how to feel. Embracing the abritrary and acknowledging the structure of the world serves to build resilience and ultimately to allow us to consume our mortality and live for others as we live for ourselves....

Wow. What’s now? I’m not sure I like … don’t want food, no no. Under the table I think that’s where I, hey. Who took the piece. You. Give it back. I’m sad because he wont give it back and. Yes! I wonder if they have the minions game here. Can I play it? I don’t want to go home yet....