I have been alive for 71 years. Or, ~26,000 days. Or ~2 billion seconds. I am quite sure that for a majority of those seconds, I (whatever I is?) have been somewhere else, in a trance. Most of us are, most of the time, in a trance (generated by
Being 71, and getting closer and closer to our ultimate human destination - death - I have thought quite a bit about the issue of how I will feel when that time arrives. Actually, I will feel pretty damn good, thanks to the difficult (hellish) period of my life that
A lovely post about life and the poet Jane Kenyon arrived in my inbox today from the brilliant Maria Popova and her newsletter The Marginalian, and I had to share it with you. Maria writes: "The vital force of life is charged by the poles of holding on and
I came across this post from Sahil Bloom (fully reproduced below) in my inbox today and the story is so touching that I had to share it. Have a great day! The Ancient Greeks had two different words for time: Chronos was the idea of chronological, linear, quantitative time. That