IT IS THE LIVING OF AND NOT THE LENGTH OF LIFE THAT MATTERS

Life is a characteristic that distinguishes objects that have signaling and self-sustaining processes from those that do not, either because such functions have ceased , or else because they lack such functions and are classified as inanimate.

My dears, always remember that whatever lands on the pages of this blog are but the thoughts of this old geezer.  It is not the 'burning bush' and like most opinions, clearly open to folks tossing off as the rants of a mad diarist.  Am compelled to mention this, as from time to time the mail received from one of me post makes for interesting reading.  After the thought is tossed out there, many land on it and give me the piss for having put it down in print.

Having had a 'near death' experience, this old geezer is well aware of just how fragile the hold on life is.  In a tick it can be gone.  With loss of life comes the after, being worm food.

Truth be told, the life lived has not been with out challenges.  Come to think on, which life has not been without challenges?  Part of the journey requires one to pick up a little dirt along the path, even some cuts from a few falls.  The real thrill is picking one's self up and walking on.

Right, so I have beat up on a few souls of late.  Did it go unnoticed that this old geezer has received his share of knocks as well?  Mind, it many seem a little cheesey to tell the whole world of trials, but then that is what I do.  Share.

Being brassed off at the turn of events of late means that one has to vent.  This old geezer used this forum to do that.

Friends have been made, perhaps not so good of mates as one would like, but you learn to work with what life tosses at you.  With a little effort it was possible to get more folks to begin to enjoy their community and not hide inside flats and let life pass by.  That is a thrilling part of being able to reach out and touch others.  It is all about the touching...

Many will think me a quitter.  Cut and run when the cards do not fall where one would like.  Rubbish.

I have fought long and hard to make a difference.  Truth be told, a major difference has been achieved in a rather short time.  The difference in being a quitter and a realist is one knows when there is no point in fighting a battle that is not well supplied.   Am not keen on driving self into ground due to lack of support.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions, and for the past 5 months MOI has heard many a good intention come off the lips of one who should be fighting the hardest to save this patch of earth.  For some odd reason there always seems to be an excuse for not following through.


Que Sera, Sera,

Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

Truth be told, lacking the gift of sight makes this old geezer stand in the queue and wait with the rest to see what will unfold.