On The Universal Watch. . . Glancing into the icy calm of the darkened sky, leaving little to the night’s magic, is a knowledge from minds in action. Saying little in languages understood, it moves itself with intelligence, looking for evidence bespeaking intent. Always wary, ever beseeching, reaching conclusions seeking a desired peace…

    The Best Of All Worlds When a teenage grandson arrived into our family, my talks with him were cerebral and pithy.   We were in my basement study and on the wall was a quote which I had paraphrased from something I was reading and his mother, an artist, had illustrated.   (We have since…

The Best Of All Worlds When a teenage grandson arrived into our family, my talks with him were cerebral and pithy.   We were in my basement study and on the wall was a quote which I had paraphrased from something I was reading and his mother, an artist, had illustrated.   (We have since used the…

  Thoughts En route The cliché ‘I am only human’ is a self qualifier and an excuse in case of failure. Reverse psychology would have humans admitting their divine self and then the Heavens would have reason to shout, ‘Prove it!’ We then might not fall so squarely on our ethics. The only tool necessary…

      Thoughts En route The cliché ‘I am only human’ is a self qualifier and an excuse in case of failure. Reverse psychology would have humans admitting their divine self and then the Heavens would have reason to shout, ‘Prove it!’ We then might not fall so squarely on our ethics. The only…

If we sing to the children. . . There comes to mind that time warp where events leave their linear places and congregate in that place where we know that thunderous motions occur with the simplest actions.  Or even with no action.  Like the times my brother Stanley and I discussed what he saw along…

Where Are You Going,  Absalom? ‘to where the moon can melt the sun, the cactus blooms at high noon and the darkness bids good morning. . . . . where cowled thoughts an