SEASONS CHANGE, and we should be thankful they do. No season that lasts too long remains welcome.

We needn’t get overly distressed at having to endure our current season, where people’s minds have grown scrambled with the oddest notions about equity and pseudo-justice. Winter dies and spring comes, and the cycle of change will continue without end, and we can’t do anything about it, in any case.

Consider, though, in earlier times, when people spoke of opportunity, they spoke of the chance for reward for whoever would answer the knock, by grabbing the handles and exerting some effort.

In our current season, though, opportunity gets spat upon as a false god because results are viewed as rights guaranteed by the law of the land, and people are entitled to access, meaning distribution of resources, in full share under the order of fairness.

The Taoist monk, no doubt, would smile with anticipation of the coming season, which is certain to be rich in potential and rewarding to anyone who tries, because opportunity will have grown while having been ignored for so long.

May the future not wait..!

HAVING GROWN TO BELIEVE that confession is good for the soul, I’m faced with the desire to acknowledge a wrong that was committed by me, tonight.

Please bear witness.

While walking my large dog, Murphy, in the late evening, we passed a heavy density of parked cars, marking a gathering of some kind, at a neighbor’s house.

If I had known what was coming, I would have guided Murphy away from the cars, but wasn’t thinking. Then, it was too late — a heavy flow of wet business was deposited on the grass between the sidewalk and the curb, precisely where, whoever the passenger of this vehicle was going to be, will surly need to step.

As it was, I left without trying to clean it up.

It was dark. The business would not only be difficult to find, but difficult to retrieve, being slimy and all. Nobody saw it happen. So I let it pass. It’s done, all but the screaming.

I confess it, and am feeling better.

Thank you.

I DREAMED THAT life is found to be prevalent throughout the universe. This discovery followed the invention of space exploration via random access, where, by simply selecting coordinates, one may overcome constraints of conventional, physical travel (speed of light; direction of motion, etc. ), and arrive in the universal now.

By viewing the cosmos as it is, via random-access techniques, life is seen to be occurring at roughly the same levels in any direction one looks.

Having multiple cultures to observe, similarities in development are discerned. Cultures separated by hundreds of light years nonetheless produce similar poetry, art work, music, and philosophies.

The evidence thereby suggests that thoughts are universal in origin, not local. That innovation and creativity are force fields that permeate space, and penetrate minds tuned to receive.

Ah, time to wake up.

WHILE TURBULENCE MAY ENTER private relations within family, work, and locality, the discord arises not from us, but from a widespread weather system, and we are mere water droplets caught up in a rising storm.

Thank you for checking in. May your journey be long and eventful.