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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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The difference between the almost right word and the right word, is like a lightning bug and the lightning
It’s rather easy for those of us who share a culture and language (such as English) to forget that the meanings of some of the expressions we use do not follow from their lexical makeup: the idioms. They can play unique havoc in translations: foreign poetry, for example. Metaphors may or may not cross…
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