It is interesting ... how weapons reflect the soul of the maker.

It is interesting ... how weapons reflect the soul of the maker.

When I read obituaries I always note the age of the deceased. Automatically I relate this figure to my own age. Four years to go, I think. Nine more years. Two years and I'm dead. The power of numbers is never more evident than when we use them to speculate on the time of our dying.

Digital clocks took the 'space' out of time.

Just because it's on the radio doesn't mean we have to suspend belief in the evidence of our senses.

Human existence had to have a deeper source than our own dank fluids. Dank or rank. There had to be a force behind it, a principal being who was and is and ever shall be.

The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever.