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What are you smiling about?

Life is grand: yet how could life be more?

It is for me taking part in something more than me, not about putting money in my pocket. (So when I start trying to turn it into a money-getting thing, then is when I start losing the sparkle.) When I engage in life for life’s sake, such as end of life conversations, is precisely when I feel most alive.

So life is not in the living of it, but in life living me.

We cannot grab the gusto, because the real gusto grabs us.

Do you have life, or does life have you?

We lose our need to control, yet we are more in control than ever. We throw our life away and we have more of it than ever. We are neither particle nor wave, but that which partakes of some of these qualities and is of a different substance altogether—light.

:- Doug.

Guessing the meaning of words from their sounds does not always give a good direction. For instance: She reached out to tentatively touch his dongle, sending an electric current up and down his Ethernet.

:- Doug.

A memory box can be a way to start the conversation: here are some pictures, some ribbons, some pressed flowers; here are some documents; here is what I want….

:- Doug.

I met a man who wanted to get more Social Security money. His statement bored me. His concentration scared me. He has bought into the rich man’s You’re not worthy if you don’t have money. He has bought into the cultural imperative that if you have no money, you are no person. As if life and goodness were fenced in by money and property.

:- Doug.