Remember The Little Seed In The Styrofoam

Even If Your Watch Is Full Of Diamonds The Hour Is Still 60 Minutes

The Winding Down Of Summer Puts Me In A Heavy Philosophical Mood.

The Older I Get, The More I Realize The Importance Of Exercising The Various Dimensions Of My Body, Soul, Mind, And Heart. Taken Together, These Aspects Give Me A Sense Of Wholeness. I Want To Be A Whole Human Being Rather Than One Who Limps On One Leg Because I Don't Know How To Use All Of My Parts. Intellectual, Emotional, And Physical Activity Are Not Separate Entities. Rather, They Are Dimensions Of The Same Human Being.

Goldfish And Hamsters And White Mice And Even The Little Seed In The Styrofoam Cup-they All Die. So Do We.

My Own Movement Of Thought Is Not Meant To Be A Straight Point-to-point, Linear Line Of March, But Horizontal Exploration From One Area Of Interest To Another. There Is No Ultimate Destination - No Finish Line To Cross, No Final Conclusion To Be Reached. It's The Way I Feel About Dancing - You Move Around A Lot, Not To Get Somewhere, But To Be Somewhere In Time.