January 5, 2009
Discovering The Fountain Of Youth
Young children often uncover the world they inhabit with curiosity, entertained by the incredible things they see, learning how it all works along the way. To them, everything is unusual and undiscovered until they notice it and recognize it. Existence without complications.
The perceptive tools to articulate the great philosophical questions that consume thoughts from an introspective search are presumed underdeveloped. All of which assumes that maturity in some way uncovers secrets not seen when cognitive skills are developing.
Perception of time, often endless when very young, speeds up as developmental stages progress, creating a sense that life is much shorter - a reasonable assumption since mortal life is limited and therefore more precious. As expectations and responsibility increase, constraints and compromise unfold, stress does as well. The inability to deal with the conflicts created by challenge can interfere with choice by encouraging procrastination, distorting the prospect for failure or success.
Dreams, all that “stuff” made possible by imagination, begin as children, ever evolving as more is absorbed, then forgotten as reason, logic and culture become part of one’s nature until something in the present triggers that “stuff” that was lost by time. Finally rediscovering that looking through the eyes of a child is the fountain of youth.




















The question always returns to what is left when the physical is dissolved. Philosophy raises questions, structures thought, but it is still difficult to relate to a non-physical existence, an irreconcilable perception from this side of life evoking the image of a black hole from where nothing returns unchanged, let alone with memory. The hope that something does occur, if firm, trusts that some kind of order or infinite potential exists but still not allowing it to be easily envisioned from this perspective.
How uncertainty in life is faced will help in dealing with anything with confident instinctive spirituality. The choice is whether the view of the void is feared more than the alternative of lingering with illness in an existence that has lost meaning to the one living it. That decision should not be left to others who themselves fear surrendering to the other side of life.
“This Little Pond of Goo,” is the overly simplistic description of the mix of
Another analogy can apply to this descriptive portraiture, a stretch comprising the delusion of a fictional Imp or perhaps the ideas of a writer on a satirical romp through reality’s imagination not constructed from a 

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Most caught in this situation, especially those faint of heart, would probably have feared that the water would collapse at any time and result in imminent death from its crushing force, the walls rippling its weight, towering all on the path. The sky, dark with low clouds, strong wind, thunder and lightening, blasting above by He who has no name.
At times, it feels as if awareness is a repetitive dream and the unconscious is the real me.



