Thursday, October 14, 2004
I’m lucky. I work each day with bright, ultraliberal folks in an environ-ment that’s 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 (I’ve lived in Berkeley over a quarter century [Jan. 13, 2018: now, over 40 years]).
I’m living well, by designliving a richly enjoyable and meaningfully productive life by design.
A good peace isn’t pacific, it’s thriving with options and endeavors.
It’s 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 poet’s inner propaedeutic of flying.
May I die pacifically, in the wake of the flourishing that looked endless. From elation’s creative production to fulfilling serenity and back again, life will have been a balmy Pacific.
-- gary e. davis --- 10:25 AM