“Extra Derpy Squid?”
Oh, that’s what Little Boy Darling asked me to
type on his computer—not here. Sorry. I'm a double computer typist.
I
just reviewed my book on line, on a picture that looks like a Kindle, and it appeared
to be fine, even the italics came through. This is the second try—I hope nobody
saw it the first time around. It was a mess. That day I couldn’t get a review
on my computer. Today I did. Yea.
The Noble Art of Living--I wanted that
title in the first place, but ended up calling it The God Book. Perhaps the title is presumptuous, I thought, but
then so is stating that the words came from whatever you call The Source, The
Higher Power, The Universal Consciousness, The Universe, The Great Spirit, God.
As
you know the word God means many things to many people. Is it Christian,
Metaphysical, what? It is confusing, and misleading. I’m dropping it from the
title.
From The Golden Verses of Pythagoras:
“Lovers of wisdom may be compared to those who
at festivals are like spectators, not participating, but at the same time not
making external judgments, not buying and selling, not comparing and
contrasting, but merely learning what is common to all men, learning something
about the noble art of living.”
Christmas is over right?
And
now it’s Christmas past. Was it all you hoped? Was it fun or was it work? Sometimes
it is all those things, a hoped for dream, a family as depicted in Norman Rockwell’s
paintings, a hope of getting everything you wanted, at least the first five
things on your list. Is it anticipation, like my oldest grandchild who has counted
down the days for months?
