The Brushstrokes of Our Lives
Little things that make big things. Brush strokes, that make paintings, that have something to teach us.
Little things that make big things. Brush strokes, that make paintings, that have something to teach us.
I see long lines waiting for your rationed drop of lukewarm, brown swill made from leftover grinds, massive reductions in white collar productivity, withdrawal headaches, and widespread snarkiness. I see madness and mayhem.
If you care for a senior, if you care about health care costs, if you care for people, then take the time to read this book. There it all is, beautifully written, laid out in plain language, the answer to so many of the problems that vex us.
The known universe…every star, every galaxy, every black hole, is just a marginal part of existence. The vast majority (96%) can be neither seen nor detected. Krishna’s “abode of the gods.” Are we there “now”?
Here we are, fifty years later, and my Mom, and millions of seniors like her, cannot have a taste of what relieved the suffering of the president of the United States. 1000 years from now, we’ll feel bad about that.