‘To thine own self be true’ Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3, Hamlet

Life is 90% maintenance.

Imagine two realities intertwined but at one time separate. Everything that’s possible happening simultaneously but happening in an illogical order.

“When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.” Rainer Maria Rilke

It began with an act of supreme violence– a big bang expanding ever outward, cosmos born of matter and gas, matter and gas ten billion years ago. Whose idea was this? Who had the audacity for such invention? And the reason? Were we part of that plan ten billion years ago? Are we born only…

Seize today, for none of our tomorrows are guaranteed.