Image: ID 35109186 © Efired | Dreamstime.com I lift my eyes off the page, siting in the shade of the bakery. Cast my eyes to the blue sky. The horizon of my childhood and youth. A single palm tree top appeared high above the shop lined roof. I feeling the soft...
Saturday late morning, and I am trying to catch up with some serious philosophical notation of Jack McKinney’s last book. He died in 1966, and his book was published by his lover-partner-wife in 1971. We were aged 5 years, and 10 years, respectively in that time of...
Viewer warning: material contains tough reflections on life and death. Unsuitable for sensitive souls, those momentary in 'a bad place', and children (as a guide under the age of 12 years of age). I had these thoughts and feeling some time ago, and I recorded...
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Frequently, these many years, I say or think to myself, “My life is over”. On its appearance that makes no sense. What I am doing is really asking myself a question, “In a teleological sense, is my life over”? Have I reached a point where I will no longer be able to...
1 December 2018, just before 5.00 a.m AEST In a dream from which I would awake, a setting of a carnival, something crossed by the Brisbane Ekka and an American state fair, nothing familiar, only great lights in the night. In the distance I saw Ruth was...