A day for the heart

Yesterday was a day for the heart. I got an invitation to a wedding celebration. The daughter involved already knows that I can't possibly go. Travel is not possible for me. There are too many physical complications involved. She sent me an invitation anyway.
I am amazed at the difference that invitation made in me. It warmed my heart and bolstered the pride I have in that daughter. Then I realized that it was the right thing to do. She has always done the right thing in any situation. She works so hard but still makes time for the small right things to do. Blessed is the Father of daughters.

The soothing power of Nothing

Last night was a tumultous night. The same old nightmares, late for work, forgot about Christmas, still in the Army. After each episode I would awaken and realize that that specific fear did not apply to me anymore and drift off to sleep again.
When I finally awoke this morning, I lay for a while in the darkness, listening to the birds chirping their morning greetings. As I lay there, I began to think about what matters. A cooling, soothing, thought came over me. Nothing matters. All troubles will eventually be resolved one way or another, all wrongs will be righted or evolve into monumental wrongs, and the Universe will go on in its plodding way. What humanity does affects only this small ball of rock and ice and water. what one human does affects very little (except for Einstein= Mass Catastrophy Squared). The Universe will not notice when we are all gone and there will be a small ball of rock and water as our headstone. Nothing matters. No matter what monumental heights we reach, no matter what monumental mistakes we make, the Universe will not notice ( unless the Large Haydron Collider produces a small black dot to erase our headstone) and will plod on.
It is so soothing to know that no matter what happens in life, it is not my fault. Whatever I do or don't do, it is not my fault.
Nothing is not nothing. Nothing is a friend and comforter and a concept to be cherished. Nothing is a guide and companion. Now comes the most perplexing part of the concept. Is Nothing Sacred?
I think back to the words of my hero, Homer Simpson. "This is everybody's fault but mine!". Relax Homer, it's nobody's fault. This creates an axiom in my mind. Nothing is Sacred therefore Nobody is Evil! Jack Handy would understand.

Wonder

Wonder comes to the mind so often. Wonder at the blue of the sky, the white of the clouds, the flowers springing forth from the plants at the same time. It is almost as if there is a choreographer urging them all on. Lately the wonder has been about ogy. All of the words that end in ogy. The wonder first came in trying to figure out the word logos. The word logos is usually interpreted as word. I recently came across a different interpretation. Logos means spirit or essence of. That sure puts the Big Bang and the Bible on the same page. Biology and theology and geology came next. It was hard to get to sleep that night. Thoughts of all those things being related by a single ending, all stemming from a single pin point, everything in the Universe being related, don't make for a restful sleep. So I have a new word...Wondogy. Oh Gee, Why is there so much to learn and so little time to learn it?