I remember, as a child, before learning the word infinity, wondering at a very confusing thing. I had never seen, nor could I imagine, an end to things. I also had never seen, and could not imagine, a thing without end.

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.

I am a worm. I know the dirt. I won’t know the sky until I’m a bird.

I quietly step into your room. You sleep expertly. I stroke the meat of my fingers over your downy head. I sigh. You sigh. We are together.

Sometimes I feel very important.

I am closer to an atom than I am the universe.

I would be if we were divisible.

I think we may be mistaken about time. I think maybe time just stands in place – one moment distinct from another, in our minds, but, in fact, indivisible from the next. In the moment, I have a limited perception of the past and a limited perception of the future. Maybe this creates the perception of movement in a direction, but perhaps every moment of my life just stands still imagining forward remembering back. These are just directions on a plane.

Even the idea of a moment seems contrived, but understanding requires constructs. A period of time would seem to be divisible in the same way a section of land is. Figuratively we assign measurements, acres, miles, minutes, millennia, moments, but the thing remains contiguous in actuality. Only our minds split it into pieces they can comprehend and manipulate.

I’m in favor of technology that enriches the quality of human life. I’m convinced that we people can do a better job of discriminating between technologies that contribute to greater quality of life and those that distract us from the primitive activities that fill our souls.