Our future is a projection of our past

or soften’ –so said Cicero, a man so often right;a Stoic, those for whomall life presents a lessonto be learned from,and then, to move on from..But I wonder about all this:is grief ever lessened or softened?Is it not, perhaps, overlaidin our so various ways?For some, grief framed and falsifiedto ease that grief;For some, like hyacinths…

from believersor unbelievers(though for different reasons)but just imaginehow He must feelwhen, having createdall the glorious,ludicrous(He has a sense of humour surely)multitude of species,mankind just knocks them off one by one,I mean, just imagine having all those extinct speciesin your Mind,sketches, working models, problems resolved,fine tuning, (er, evolution in later versions?)but no longer there for all…

‘don’t ask…! ’‘bit out of sorts…’‘haven’t really got going yet…’‘not quite myself…’a familiar unpleasantness, discomfort, restlessness, unease –something’s got it in for me, but what, and why?but today it’s worse than that..so, run through the well-worn menuof remedies: seek distraction,play some music, read the paper,connect the hands and mind – clean the gas-stove, ha…express absorbing…

It’s not just that they jump up the sofa to the windowand bark excitedly even when the postman’s invisible down the street;that’s smart; but they don’t stop at that. For those of uswho still have letterboxes in our front doors,every one’s a tasty finger-trap…and open the front doorto take the parcel – and all hell…

by those who claim to speak for Him,may cease to look for, name, all wondrous things:the good, and beautiful, and truthful; which give joy;which you and I love as the best of life…and name them, praise them, to our children’s earsas all the wonder that they are…I have a fear – I may be wrong:that…

u my thnk ths pm a slly 1or u my brk out in mrth –bt if u’re LOLthn, at th nd o th dy (ATEOTD)thts wht it’s all abt (TWIAA)– if u’ll prdn my clché…