Not restful
If Sunday is the day of rest why do so many people spend it talking to an imaginary friend, worrying about an imaginary afterlife, and whipping themselves into a frenzy thinking of someone, somewhere, is having fun?
Bon mots
The old schoolyard
The crowd of people that surround you at school – friends, enemies, classmates, teachers – who once you knew so well, or thought you did anyway. What happened to them over the next sixty years?
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Dropping like flies
People keep dying in their seventies, like runners in a marathon falling by the wayside, in sight of the finish line.
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Drunkard’s walk
Life is full of incidents and accidents, and the occasional cunning plan gone horribly wrong.
Three score years. And ten.
When I was young I couldn’t imagine being 70. Now I am in my seventies I can’t imagine being any other age.
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Allons enfants
Throughout history, and over most of the world, societies have been divided into left and right, poor and rich, workers and bosses, globalists and nationalists, humanists and racists, atheists and the religious, thinkers and followers, socialists and fascists. The important thing for all of us is to decide early what side we are on.
And we are well on our way
All over the universe, planets capable of supporting life will have evolved intelligent organisms. All over the universe those organisms will have invented systems of living that enable a small number of them to gain a very large share of the resources of the planet. All over the universe those systems will develop patterns of
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Dry gulch
We ride through the dry canyons of the desert of old age on a horse with the name Despond, waiting, at every moment, for a deadly ambush.
And then the rain came
At last, water in the sky, water on the ground, water soaking into ground, water moving into dams.
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Refugee
A female Magpie with a sore leg has taken up residence in our garden, using it as a place of sanctuary.