Solid gold, made 4500 years ago. It is of the god Osiris and his family. Wealth is a human construct, as is god. Both have no real meaning beyond believing that they do. But here, entangled within these shallow constructs, shines the artistic spirit and capacity for goodness in all of humankind.

Up From Sideways

I work with 10 women in the ICU, go home to two, and have 4 sisters. Hell Ive been in the deep end of the estrogen pool my entire life and still haven't learned how to swim. 

Six of one...

If you are 'real' you are made up of a cloud of trillions upon trillions of subatomic particles that are organized, accessed, and interact, according to the laws of your universe. 

If you are a simulation existing in a simulated universe you are comprised of trillions upon trillions of unique energy units that are organized, accessed, and interact, within a computer, according to the laws of your simulation.  

Look Up

This photograph shows a collection of 200 billion suns - a galaxy. It would take hundreds of years using our most advanced propulsion systems just to travel between any two of its suns. Millions of years to travel across its diameter. There are1.2 trillion galaxies in the observable universe. Maybe we can gain perspective as humans on earth from this, realize the immensity of what we are up against, learn to respect our fragile planet, and just get along.

Moments

What do you do when you've watched too many deaths? Horrible, avoidable, deaths, coming only after prolonged suffering despite everything you could do to help? 

You do what people have done for millennia in war, in famine, in disease. 

You seek just a moment - a single moment - of peace - just a moment - does it even exist? 

How precious just pulling a cool sheet over your head for a few more moments, or a soft tropical breeze on your face, sunlight on water, toes in sand.

Our lives can be nightmares. Modern society at the end of the day is harsh, isolating, and abusive to the soul. All we really ever have are moments. Its times like these, in your pain, you come to know that intimately.

She Beckons

There is a peace mixed with a restlessness at a sea going marina.

Peace to soak in every moment of calm water, boats, sun. Dinghies coming, dinghies going, good music, a gentle breeze.

But it is a peace filled with a restlessness - for what is to come.

At all times the ocean beckons - I am there and I am out there - especially so at an ocean-going marina.

In many ways I feel more alive suspended between those worlds than at any other time in my life.  

Something Else

Alive or dead - this universe 

Two choices. All this effort, immensity, time - for two choices? 

What an utter waste 

What if there were more

three, four, five, a billion, 10 billion choices?

Put me down for more

Much, much, more