| About Me I view my life as a road - a one-way road. As soon as I found my wheels I was off exploring as far as my gas tank would take me, getting lost on purpose, without a map, without a plan, and no compass. I was rolling down the road of life at 85 mph. Haven't been as many places as I would have liked to have been by now. But, there were always roads. There are country roads that I've driven down, sometimes gravel, sometimes dirt, rarely paved. County roads that come to an abrupt dead end into swampland or cornfields. Driven city streets. Cruised Main Street in my hometown. Highways, interstates, toll roads. Roads that take a toll on a man's endurance. Roads that will take you places and change parts of who you are. I've walked hiking trails around serene lakes, and hiking trails around the rim of some little- known, small canyon. Then there are the roads of the mind; the spiritual paths. I've been down them too. Roads into darkness; paths into confusion. There's the road of life, which has a beginning and an end; sometimes an off-ramp, sometimes with a rest-stop or two. But the road mostly on my mind today is the road of time. It's a mystery. We have a beginning in our mothers' wombs, and we all have an ending. Time is a road that is, in one sense eternal, never-ending like the universe. Where does the road begin? We don't know. When does the road of time end? I don't know. It seems it must have a start and a stop. Because if you say time started here, you have to ask "What was there before that?" And all our minds can imagine is more time. But our time; our time is the wink of a cosmic eye. So when you’ve travelled so far that you can look back and can’t see where your road began, and the future is as much a mystery as it was when you were a child, you must still continue forward to see what the flow of time and the road of life will bring to you. |
| John's Bio |
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"The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep" From The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock By T.S. Eliot |
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