What means the most to you? What do you love? What is central? Foundational? That for which you live? That you would pay to do?

The right kind of conversation would be on my list (And it is amazing how difficult that is to arrange). Writing. Reading. Photography. Asking questions. Getting to the bottom of things. Asking/seeking/knocking…

Not taking anything with more seriousness than it deserves. Having few opinions. Being at peace here, now. Not having to have my way.

I am really looking forward to the experience of death. We live to die. All that we have been and done culminates in our dying. I am counting on that being a threshold to another form of existence. What? I cannot imagine! That is the wonder of dying! Seeing where it goes after that? How many times do we die? Is there a limit? Why would there be a limit? The Way goes on, and on, and on… Why not?