Friday, October 22, 2004
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Im lucky. I work each day with bright, ultraliberal folks in an environment thats possibly as progressive as anywhere in the world, in surely the most multicultural place on Earth (or as multicultural as anywhere): the San Francisco Bay Area (Ive lived in Berkeley over a quarter century).
Im living well, by designliving a richly enjoyable and meaningfully productive life by design.
A good peace isnt pacific, its thriving with options and endeavors. Its a dance of lifethough tranquillities, too (and irenic conciliations with happenstanceowning every conceivable modifier).
A perpetual peace is an endless flourishing, such that peace per se is just prelude.
The pacified child may be entranced by ecstatic pretending, portending a pacific poets inner propaedeutic of flying.
May I die pacifically, in the wake of the flourishing that looked endless. From elations creative production to fulfilling serenity and back again, life will have been a balmy Pacific.
-- gary e. davis --- 10:25 AM