I'll be 78 years old next month.
Is it enough to become aware of yourself? Must you share all such awarenesses with others?
What's the point of memory?
No matter where I go or what I do, it's me. It's always ever me.
What's insight? Is insight different than memory?
What is acceptance of self? What do you do once you've accepted yourself? Is there anything beyond acceptance of self?
Can you reject yourself? I imagine rejecting yourself would be hell - literally.
What's conscience? If you're an old agnostic, what's conscience beyond conclusions you've drawn about what you will and won't do?
What's consciousness?
Kathy, Zoey, Zach and I all live together. We're a family. We're a family that exists solely because we choose to be a family.
This is my only family - my intimate family - my nuclear family.
Did Zoey and Zach really choose to be part of a family with Kathy and me?
Zoey and Zach are my constant companions. They're with me all the time. They're ever vigilant. Their vigilance is clearly a matter of choice.
Kathy and I own roughly 1.5 acres of land. We designed and oversaw the building of a house on it. The house is our home on our island.
We maintain our home and our island. Maintaining is a daily process. Our maintenance actions are our daily chores. Some days we have more to do than others.
I love Kathy. I love Zoey. I love Zach. I want to be with them. Wanting to be with them is love.
I believe each of us will eventually die - cease to be. I accept our finiteness. It doesn't prevent me from loving each of them.
Loving is about being in the moment. Loving is always a matter of choice - a matter of freewill.
Loving is a choice I make every moment of everyday.
Life is being in the midst of chaos. Chaos is beyond definition. Chaos is infinite. Chaos is all there is.
Life is choosing to survive every moment of everyday. Life is love.
Kathy, Zoey, Zach and I are Earthlings. Earth is the source of our lives. Earth is our Mother.
Mother is the source of ever so many lives. I have many siblings. Everything I see, hear, experience is a sibling.
Some of my siblings would end my life if they had the chance.
Mother is beyond me. I don't get to question Mother. Mother owes me nothing. I owe everything I have to Mother. I owe my being to Mother.
I don't know if Mother is conscious. I don't know if Mother knows I exist. It's truly not important.
I'm thankful. At this moment, I'm totally thankful. I love.
Love is all you need ...
Holy Moly!
