High above the flying scud and dark-rolling clouds, there floated a little isle of sunlight, from which beamed forth an angel’s face; and this bright face shed a distinct spot of radiance upon the ship’s tossed deck.
“Ah, noble ship,” the angel seemed to say, “beat on, beat on, thou noble ship, and bear a hardy helm; for lo! the sun is breaking through; the clouds are rolling off – serenest azure is at hand.”
Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Methinks my body is but the lees of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me.
Chapter 3 – The Chapel, Moby Dick by Herman Melville
MarkSinger: Is there anything you’ve been able to draw upon, David? Is there comfort in the past?
David Milch : I feel the past falling away and the attachments of regret for what wasn’t done or was done badly or was done without sufficient sympathy, and it was for that reason that our granddaughter’s visit was such a redemptive and compelling occurrence. Everything is an adventure for her and a delight and a surprise, an opening up, and that’s a big gratification.
MarkSinger: I’ve never thought of you as a sentimental person, but maybe I misread that. How would you characterize yourself?
DavidMilch: As an unsentimental person.
Third Act by Mark Singer (New Yorker May 20, 2019)
Cyclist Doing Wheelie in Front of RotundaMayor’s Office is Far Corner at Top of City Hall
Artificial Intelligence might prove to be an inspired portal to higher consciousness. How much more of humanity should it be allowed to control (if it even can be constrained)?
Seven older gentlemen of various political persuasions gather in the courtyard under the squawking birds to politely discuss and examine, in regulated heartbeat, the current issues and events of the week.
High-school classmates, both living & dead, unknown to others outside of Los Gatos, they also like to talk about.
Had a great test ride today. Harley-DavidsonLiveWire has a very strong, broad powerband and handles quite well as a quiet (and sweet smelling) street bike.
Expected sunny weather but instead got drenched by a cloudburst when approaching the foothills around the valley, so I stuck with the streets around town and put off riding the winding back roads. Still, lots of fun.
Interested in the drive to electrify California? With focus on electric motorcycles? LiveWire is #1 in the lineup of futuristic transportation vehicles.
Just think of the many issues needing resolution before the year 2034, including fortifying the energy grid and making electric recharging more convenient.
Americans, we have much to be grateful for. We have freedom, and freedom is everything.
Pete Campbell, San Jose
Lovedones we call the dead depart from us and for a while are absent. And then as if called back by our love, they come near us again. They enter our dreams. We feel they have been near us when we have not thought of them. They are simply here, simply waiting while we are distracted among our obligations. At last it comes to us: They live now in the permanent world. We are the absent ones.