¦>At the threshold<¦

¦> At the threshold remember <¦

Every day, many times a day, I stand at the doorway about to close the door. 
In the room is my spouse, my child, friend, acquaintance, friend of a friend. 

It is perfectly possible that this will be the last moment we will be in sight and in earshot of one another, because the life we breathe in and the life our heart beats out like a clock of blood is fragile beyond our understanding.

What words of love, what signs of friendship, what commentary of appreciation can I leave behind me as I close that door?

Every time you take your leave of your nearest, your dearest, remember! 

Remember to bless the moment of parting with a token of your love

∞ Infinite? or Random? {∅}

Infinite? or Random? {∅}

Our consciousness has no fine tuning for detecting and savouring Random. We are – I am – a creature of EveryNow.

The appreciation of Random needs a running awareness of the things that element it, namely the past measured against some yardstick of the future. And both of these on astronomical timescales linked into an omniscience far beyond our human selves.

To say I am the product of random is rather sad. There is no call for the illusory sadness that comes from a fruitless search for meaning among extremely long odds.

Rather, oh my heart! Leap for joy at every in-breath that gives you the strength to leap.

I don’t call it my pulse. My heart keeps its own rhythm.

The measure of joy is heartbeat by heartbeat of my clock of blood.

Joy and sorrow are the engines one of the other. And both know no limits.

I choose infinity