25 years is not enough time

When you are dealing with all the challenges that life throws at you, 25 years seems like a long time. When you look back at it remembering what you did and didn’t do with the one you love more than anything in the world, it’s swifter than light. It’s the flash of a particular ray of sun on a pebble at the bottom of a placid mountain stream.

Thanks Jim, for putting it so well. I understand this song was written to his son, whom he lost. And thanks to the couple who posted it on YouTube.

I insert it here to my wife of 25 years and our five children, without whom my life would be a stagnant stew.

Why Should We Be First?

Modern schools undervalue what it means to be a human being. Therefore, they are dropping the arts like frozen hamburgers on an assembled bun. When we focus on an art, whether it be painting, dancing, swinging a bat, singing, or writing short stories, demands are placed on us that force us to draw from within us the powers of our human faculties. In other words, they humanize us; they make us human.

Being human is simply not a priority for the modern school. We don’t have the money for that. As a result, I must question whether our milieu is worth all the trouble we are enduring to keep it “competitive.”