I notice myself getting older. I used to think toothpaste could never run out. Now I remember buying the tube I am about to throw in the trash.

Daughters, it fills me up knowing you have music in you. It will fill you, all your days, with beauty (even the sad ones… especially the sad ones). You are filled with music. It floods out of you. It surrounds you. It started with the first beats of your hearts. It will keep time until the last. The gratitude in my song is for the tunes of your lives.

All energy is alive, and energy is all that is alive. Everything else that moves is just animated. I am partly alive and partly dead. Isn’t it odd that I define myself by the parts of myself that are dead already, and ignore the part of myself that is eternal and indefinite?

Death is about the only thing that keeps the infinite interesting.