Age less

Reading the

life stories of

the famous

achievers of

the past and

present, you

reach a point

where they broke

through, became

recognised,

touched by

genius, ranked

among the

immortals of

literature, or

science, or

film, or art.

But my

breakthrough

moments

were papered

over, muffled,

erased from the

historic

photographs.

So I remain

disappointed

and unknown,

and largely

anonymous.

I breathe, therefore I am


I am

breathing in,

breathing out,

like all the other

living creatures

sharing this planet

and this air.

But more,

that air has been

shared by all the creatures

who ever lived,

been refreshed by

all the plants

that ever grew,

since the beginning

of Earth time.

Each new breath

combines all the

old breaths of creatures,

and people, long gone.

Each breath is a kind

of immortality,

existing long after

each of us has

taken our last breath,

passed on to each of

us taking our

first breath

Down down, IQ is down

After seventy-odd (and seventy odd) years of life I keep thinking I have seen and heard  all the worst of human stupidity. But then I read something said by a woman in a red cap, or a crackpot fundamentalist (of any religion), or a loopy flat earther, or a mad-brained creationist, or a Dunning-Kruger climate change denier, or a lobster-potted Peterson follower, or an addled anti-vaxxer, and I realise there is absolutely no depth to which human stupidity cannot sink.