I have never

had, in a long life

of creating ideas,

and things, a serious

review of any of it. No

serious consideration

of what was attempted,

what were the problems,

what was achieved.

But then you don’t get that

for your life itself

I suppose,

Stayin’ alive

Strange, I guess,

how reluctant humans

are to accept that the

world managed quite

well without them before

they were born, and will

manage just as well

after they die.

Strange too, I suppose,

that in a world where

all organisms die, after

one day for a Mayfly, or

five thousand years for

a Bristlecone Pine,

humans are so resistant

to accepting their own

death as a natural part

of life on Earth.

It is as well that the dead

cannot feel disappointment

for if they could there

would by now have been

billions of disappointed


Death of a patriarch

How sad that a man

in his ninety fifth year

should say:

“My faith has never

been stronger”.

In all those years

his mind never

matured enough,

his intelligence never

developed enough,

his knowledge never

grew enough,

to be able to

think for himself.

And that both he,

and others, should see

this not as a major

failure of intellect 

and character, but as

a cause for praise.