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Little things that make big things. Brush strokes, that make paintings, that have something to teach us.
My Mom, and millions of seniors like her, cannot have a taste of what relieved the suffering of the president of the United States. 1000 years from now, we’ll feel bad about that.
There is a cost to war, measured in human life, and the victors possess the determination, perspective, and resolve to pay that cost for as long as it takes to win. We can, as humans, hold in one hand the horror, regret, and sadness that comes with the loss of life, while holding in the other the numb resolve to carry on.
I would dance the boogaloo in a pink tutu for a kernel of corn. Pathetic. It is yet another prayer God did not answer.
Imagine how powerful it would be for someone in their last hours to hear an old familiar voice leaving a message of love, kindness, or remembrance. That is what I hope to make possible with this technology.
Many years ago, long before I started the podcast and my apparent fascination with death, dying and the afterlife, I penned these lyrics describing my death wish.
If you care for a senior, if you care about health care costs, if you care for people, then take the time to read this book. There it all is, beautifully written, laid out in plain language, the answer to so many of the problems that vex us.
These writings and films open a window onto my personal journey on death. My hope is that by glimpsing through it you will find a blessing, and perhaps, a path to your own treasure.
To all my guests and listeners, you have my most sincere thanks for being the most important part of this experiment. My hope for you is all good. As for me? I don't know, but in some places, summer is endless.
Ep. 034 | Mortal is a documentary film that addresses the fundamental issues about love, living, and what makes us human.
Music by the artist Jaspertine using my poem “O Cool Electric Blue” about the atomic bomb dropped on the Japanese city of Hiroshima by the US at 8:15 a.m. on August 6, 1945.
What you see in the world around you is a reflection of who you are.
The known universe…every star, every galaxy, every black hole, is just a marginal part of existence. The vast majority (96%) can be neither seen nor detected. Krishna’s “abode of the gods.” Are we there “now”?
There are some who, like Ophelia, fall into water and drown, their pale hands frantically waving inches below the glassy surface, as if to grasp the bright world beyond and pull it down around them. Those who breathe air and not water pass by and look, but cannot see what lies beneath.
Life. Taste it on your tongue. Harness the power of every moment. Feel every snowflake. Live with a vengeance, and you too will become…nearly superhuman.
Why not let someone who is about to die do whatever the hell they want to? You want to hear Guns & Roses as you drift off, or the voices of your children? We make it happen. You want a bourbon with your last breakfast? We do that too. Make it a double. Why not? Really.
What does it mean to be really valuable to others? Does it mean creating something that has immediate market appeal? Is the measure of our value when we are lauded by our contemporaries and peers? If yes, then all of the unsung heroes whose remarkable ideas made modern life possible are abject failures.
While I was in South America, people asked me about Donald Trump. “We don’t understand,” they would say frantically. “Why are the American people interested in this madman? How can you explain it to us in a way that makes sense?”