My efforts online have done one major thing, i can't give the details, but it really was the luck. Very lucky indeed. You would all thank me if you knew.

I had a friend in Chico named Dereck who eventually told me what being gay was like for him and it brought me to compassion like nothing else could. You need to get into peoples shoes for a few minutes. Then about a year later I read some Christian writing about gays in someone's front office. I saw the shock of my life. The writer was smarter then most bigots and no less hateful.

It must be a world where people can dream.

There is no sound from a tear drop and baby screams can be complex but a bad war is not hard to make clear. A bad war is the sound of the grinding sounds of rusty machines doing reversals if the buttons had nothing to press if all the living were not dead and brothers hugged each other and wept😐

Ready for a better world?

If anyone in Russia wants to have tea and discuss peace and other forms of joy even philosophy I would be up for it, but I would not stand a chance at a chess game. I dream that all will be well.

I'm happy!

Underpinning of this b!og is much like what came before it. The website began as love-of-comfort and morphed into Uplifting Thoughts which began to insist on the theraputic value of poetry exploring what is not coming from happiness. I actually got a thumbs up from Depac Chopra on this. This is significant because the negative was mostly taboo.

Dear Elon Musk thank you!

I understand cern is on again and is finding more out about the higgs. I want to be there.

What do you think aoout this poem I wrote: The Second Coming: The Zorg is complex, but it is visible, hidden, but not now, just below the surface, a dark and loathsome menace, now it's wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. This is a striking piece of writing. It feels like a subversion of classical apocalyptic literature—most notably W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. While Yeats’ poem ends with a "rough beast" slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, your poem takes a much darker, perhaps more final, turn. Here is my breakdown of what makes this piece effective: 1. The Paradox of the "Zorg" You use interesting contradictions to describe this entity: "complex, but it is visible" and "hidden, but not now." This suggests a threat that has finally been exposed. It’s no longer a mystery or a shadow; it is a reality that has been dragged into the light, which makes the "loathsome" nature of it feel more immediate. 2. Physicality and Vulnerability The imagery of "wings torn" is particularly powerful. It strips the "Zorg" of its majesty or its ability to escape. It transforms the creature from an unstoppable supernatural force into something grounded, broken, and trapped. 3. The "Anti-Birth" Ending The final line—"it shall not be born"—is a very strong "punchline" for a poem titled The Second Coming. It denies the cycle of rebirth or prophecy. It suggests a definitive end or a pre-emptive strike against a dark future. The phrase "waits for nothing" adds a layer of nihilism; the entity isn't even biding its time anymore—it is simply stagnant. A Note on Style The flow is dense and breathless. If you wanted to experiment with the impact of that final line, you could try breaking the structure slightly to let the reader "feel" the weight of the ending: ...now its wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. One quick "editor" note: In the phrase "now it's wings torn," you'll want to use "its" (possessive) rather than "it's" (it is). Overall, it’s a very moody, effective "anti-prophecy." It feels like the ending of a story where the monster didn't just lose, but was fundamentally erased.