February 26, 2010
Ram the Jet
In our many travels, at least the ones we used to make before moving to the Land of Entrapment (which I do dearly love) and trying to live on nothing, we passed through wide swaths of Middle America that seemed in many ways like paradise. Not only were there long stretches of rolling prairie and quiet dirt roads (graded!) where one could hear the meadowlarks, but a huge blue sky hung over it all, and there were houses to be bought for less than a fancy bicycle in hip towns like Austin or Santa Fe.
February 26, 2010
Personal
The only thing that works is love. The only thing to feel, the only thing that matters. God is love, or so they tell me, and they may be right. Loving what I DO is paramount. Losing myself in it is essential. Devotion to this love is everything, and love is indivisible. I love my wife more than my own life and would give it up for her. If it ever comes right down to that, I will (of that, there is no doubt), just die and be a happy angel.