On and On and On

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As the sun rises over the lake’s horizon I reflect upon all that has been all that will be and all that I perceive as happening right now in the moment as the big ball off fire in the east pulls itself lazily out of the big lake that is the eastern boundary of my present domicile where I have lived most of my life except for the brief sixteen years when I lived on the southern tip of the big a lake and the sun would rise to my right and set to the left of me causing me much directional disorientation with the lake being to my north rather than to the east where it belongs when I make my Saturday morning run-on sentence along Lake MIchigan.

Life is But a Stream

That was the last thing I saw. A gaping maw. Life’s remorseless jaws chewing up all my remaining time. Spitting it back at me to punctuate the futility of all that had gone before. Worse yet, all that was yet to come. Yet still I pressed on. When I awoke all had been illuminated and I no longer gave a tinkers damn about what others thought was important. I have set my own priorities ever since. Only rule was to treat all others with kindness, respect, and empathy.