Saturday, February 26, 2022


I suppose war is really just the absence of love. Furthermore, love remains the one thing that money can't buy. Cable news footage of the babies and the elderly and the dogs and cats play on a loop that will remain with me for what's left of this life. 

Our hearts ache for the people of Ukraine while one madman, again, murders masses with the detachment of a naughty boy pulling the legs off a beetle. 

It's difficult to avoid hate, close to impossible to muster pity.

Oh, to believe in heaven.

I've seen hell on TV.


Tuesday, February 15, 2022

You're It


We're all looking for something, aren't we? Trying to fill a void. Scratch an itch. Get back home. Prove something to somebody.

Einstein managed to explain to us gravity and time and space. He knew that if he lived long enough, he would give us that theorem that connects us all. He knew he wouldn't.

Now, sir, I'm no Einstein. I'm guessing you knew that. 

I can tell you, however, that the piece of the puzzle that they all search for is love. Look at it from the rooftop or with an electron microscope. Outer space or with Grandma's magnifying glass.

Oh, I could go on. The poets and the scientists do. I suggest you do your own research.

I really do just want to hold your hand.