desiderata

Youth's caricaturization of old age is its fear and denial of aging--unless they are laughing at themselves.

Nothing matters--right now; at least if right now is a special moment, my moment.  What if right now were always my moment, not measured by time, in fact not measured, in fact not belonging to me.  What if right now is a special moment where nothing matters--not my own moment nor another's.  It just is--is it's own, its Self.  How could anything matter right now if it just is, just is itSelf, not to be named, explained or regained?

Then nothing could matter.  Everything would be beautiful.  Everything would be loveable--in its own way.

Love means I just wanna' make you--make you laugh.

Love is walking someone toward death without looking where you're going.

Love is embracing your pain, letting it be part of you and letting it depart on its own, just as it came, on its own.