“. . .WE HAVE TALLER BUILDINGS BUT SHORTER TEMPERS; WIDER FREEWAYS BUT NARROWER VIEWPOINTS; WE SPEND MORE BUT HAVE LESS; WE BUY MORE BUT ENJOY IT LESS; WE HAVE BIGGER HOUSES AND SMALLER FAMILIES; MORE CONVENIENCES, YET LESS TIME; WE HAVE MORE DEGREES BUT LESS SENSE; MORE KNOWLEDGE BUT LESS JUDGMENT; MORE EXPERTS, YET MORE PROBLEMS; WE HAVE MORE GADGETS BUT LESS SATISFACTION; MORE MEDICINE, YET LESS WELLNESS; WE TAKE MORE VITAMINS BUT SEE FEWER RESULTS. WE DRINK TOO MUCH; SMOKE TOO MUCH; SPEND TOO RECKLESSLY; LAUGH TOO LITTLE; DRIVE TOO FAST; GET TOO ANGRY QUICKLY; STAY UP TOO LATE; GET UP TOO TIRED; READ TOO SELDOM; WATCH TV TOO MUCH AND PRAY TOO SELDOM.

WE HAVE MULTIPLIED OUR POSSESSIONS, BUT REDUCED OUR VALUES; WE FLY IN FASTER PLANES TO ARRIVE THERE QUICKER, TO DO LESS AND RETURN SOONER; WE SIGN MORE CONTRACTS ONLY TO REALIZE FEWER PROFITS; WE TALK TOO MUCH; LOVE TOO SELDOM, AND LIE TOO OFTEN. WE’VE LEARNED HOW TO MAKE A LIVING, BUT NOT A LIFE; WE’VE ADDED YEARS TO LIFE,
NOT LIFE TO YEARS. . . .”

I miss George Carlin.

He died June 22, 2008

He proved to us that ONE out of ONE of us dies.        .       .

T           H           A            T

 we have all been born with a sexually transmitted, terminal disease

C   A   L   L   E   D       L   I   F   E

I always thought that the above sentiments were George’s.        .        .

but NO.        .        .

they are not:

They’re not the words of the Dalai Lama’s or a Columbine High School student’s, President Obama’s or
Pope Francis’s.         .         .

THE  PARADOX  OF  OUR  TIME

it turns out, actually originated with

D r.  B o b   M o o r e h e a d,

a retired minister near Seattle;

Big Deal, huh?

Just like us.          .          .

One not-so-good

Ah, Ahhh, Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhh-Choooooooooooo

and we’re floating away never to be the same again;

because as we’ve been poetically

P   U   T :

“YOU ARE DUST AND TO DUST YOU SHALL RETURN.      .      . “

Humpty Dumpty would have a better shot of being seamlessly put back together again, minus all the King’s Men’s and their Horses!

Ashes,

Ashes,

We

All

F   a   l  l           D o w n.          .          .

and never get up quite the same way ever again

(A N D   T H A T ‘ S   T H E   G O O D   N E W S !)

Once you’ve been Smudged,

You never become

U N – S M U D G E D

(AND   THAT’S   EVEN   BETTER NEWS.     .     .)

If   you

Figure   IT  

o   u   t

and

A   c   c   e   p   t

I    T

again and again and again and.          .         .

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-Choooooooooooooooooo

B l e s s   Y o u

ASHES

ASHES

WE ALL

FALL DOWN
hard
harder
Hardest
and it hurts
but before we become
p a r t i c l e s     i n     t h e     w i n d
We swirl
We SWIRL AROUND
WE SWIRL
as we rise
RISE
R            I            S            E
never to settle
a g a i n