There's something relentless
in an old stone wall...
But, also, cold and dead.
One knows it will not stand forever --
that it will go the way of
ruins, rubble, stones, and dust --
but, still, it can outstand any man.
Ivy climbs to camouflage the stone's
cruel deathlessness,
But then the ivy stands on the wall
year after year after year...
A rock named Steve. It went back to being a rock with no name.
Shhh! It’s a secret. And the first rule of secret missions is you don’t talk about the secret mission.
Living a long life while physically and mentally capable = great. Living a long life when you need advanced technology to achieve it and you’re just lying around like a slug without the ability hold a simple conversation = the worst circle of hell I can fathom.
One of the few books I’d recommend for everyone is Atul Gawande’s “Being Mortal” which shows that our great pride in increasing human life expectancy is not all it’s cracked up to be because the average quality of life at death has dropped in the process. Essentially, people are completing the marathon because we are dragging quasi-corpses over the finish line rather than allowing them to fail gracefully.
Everything except fully autonomic bodily functions could be done differently. That’s the nature of human creativity.
Indiana University [IUPUI], Georgia Tech, and Georgia State.
Finding the humor in the collapse of Western civilization.
Reminders of my time in the military, particularly an overseas tour in England.
I may be getting older, but I’m not old enough to concede to an “all-time” anything.
I’m told Nixon was in the White House and the Beatles broke up, but I don’t really know anything about it. (If you want to get epistemological about it.)
