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Intimacy should not faint like a pale faced coward
I’m not quite sure what to think of intimacy; I’m retired and have lived alone for years now. Intimacy is not something I’ve avoided as I’ve aged; it’s just not something that has continued to grow on me like moss on a rock, I suppose. I’m not sure I’d know what I’d do with it…
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Sugar-coated hostility
Do you ever get upset -or swear? I do, although probably much less than when I was in my prime. But what do you do if somebody does or says something on purpose that is intended to upset you? Swearing is less acceptable from an octogenarian than from a 20ies-somebody. For one thing, I would…
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An interesting thought
An interesting question: what is extinction; I mean, really? When I was younger and further away from it myself, the answer was obvious: extinction meant something was no longer alive -or, perhaps more generally, even copies of whatever it was, no longer existed either. Given that I have children who (I hope) are partial copies…
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A Life without Love is like a tree without roots
I’ve got a question, although I have to wonder whether I am the question or the answer: do I live inside my head, outside my head, or more likely in both? It’s not much of a question I realize; it’s hardly relevant to events in the average day; and anyway the answer is, well, all…
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Sleep, that knits the ravelled sleeve
At first, in a long hospital residency, and finally, a lengthy and enjoyable career as an on-call obstetrician/gynaecologist in a busy hospital practice, I found it difficult to fall asleep for those seemingly brief periods between gynaecological emergencies requiring surgery, and managing an often busy obstetrical ward. Somewhere along that continuum, I learned self-hypnosis and…
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I wasted Time and now doth Time waste me
I am not a creature of weeks anymore; nor do I even hold the days – or at least their names- as sacred now… And yet it is not the passing of time to which I object, but its labels. I mean would a day with another name smell as sweet, or is it fastened,…
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Remember me, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
I don’t think I believe in ghosts, at least I never have … But I am older now, and I’m not so sure. I have lived thus far on solid things; except for the wisp of my imagination, or the words I write to pin it down, there is no room for ghosts. Perhaps it…
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Measly measles?
Did you ever wonder about measles -I mean before the anti-vaxxers allowed its recrudescence with their ill-founded mistrust of scientific authorities? I can’t pretend that it ever seemed that important to me when I was young; I was a child in Winnipeg, of course- we all got measles in those post WWII days. It was…
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Putat ergo est
When do we begin to think? There is evidence that it begins long before we are aware of it -long before we regard ourselves as a ‘we’; long before I am an I perhaps, although that may depend more on a religious belief, or abstruse philosophical questioning, than a physiological one. Nevertheless, it seems to…
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