Every morning I go through a whole series of things that I do in the same pattern. I think that this becomes more prevalent as we get older.

In my writing today, I considered how today is called Wednesday, the middle of the week.

Sometimes I can see eternity. There are moments when music can usher-in the sense, the knowing, of how we are eternal beings.

I don’t want to say that I lived, and yet that I didn’t.  A lot of the time is spent thinking of this and that.