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Leo Tolstoy writes in Confession “the thing you call your life will come to an end and with it all your questions.” Might there be questions which last? Questions which query the 300-year grandchildren-elders? Can we offer them these questions as our gift?

:- Doug.

There is no single meaning of life. We are the ones to make the meanings. Meaning, life itself: these are the meaning.

:- Doug.

Maybe I should run for President. Maybe we all should. We might be heard.

It hit me in the shower: maybe I am the one person in this country who could add some sanity and humanness to the political scene. My model might be the philosopher Václav Havel. But whom do I know, who knows me? It would be an uphill struggle just to get anyone’s attention. Especially without money to buy television time. On the other hand, what does it take to “buy” imagination but imagination? Romance takes many forms.

How? is a stopper. Then? might be a better question. We already know the Why?, so cost, loss, having no visible path are irrelevant. Well?

This is scary. Run screaming. Or silently. Run. Away.

It is not a matter of Can we get there? Ought we go?

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1805

If we find the questions we cannot answer, well then! We have found a valuable gift, one to leave to the generations.

Please pass it on.

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