When we started there wasn’t much. Hand-me-downs and used furniture were better than the nothing we had. So many odds and ends and things we didn’t really need But it was “Good Enough”.
Nothing went smooth, some pretty rough. Cars breaking down on the way to work and no money to get it fixed. Opportunities we missed cause I couldn’t afford enough gas. But we did “Good Enough”.
Slowly we could save for simple stuff. Little things here and there for a smile – something delicious or pretty. The children got something even when there was nothing to give. And we felt “Good Enough”.
The next decade wasn’t so tough. Most things happened so fast even now I can’t remember it all. Friends come and go while family is always too far away I hope its “Good Enough”.
And in an instant it became insanely clear; Our plans and efforts weren’t Good Enough. At the time when the end of the road is near It turns out nothing we did was “Good Enough”.
When we started there wasn’t much. Hand-me-downs and used furniture were better than the nothing we had. So many odds and ends and things we didn’t really need But it was “Good Enough”.
And in an instant it became insanely clear; Our plans and efforts weren’t Good Enough. At the time when the end of the road is near It turns out nothing we did was “Good Enough”.
Today you managed Tomorrow you’ll fail Each loss another fragment forever pushed aside. The day after becomes A monotonous stream Each day is just like the last just a bit more purified.
Sometimes it’s easy Falling off a log Then all confidence disappears and your unable to move. I know I don’t know Is somebody watching? Surrounded by a quicksand of doubt and nothing to prove.
When everything disappears Even sacred memories hide underground. Lost, frozen in a searing panic Where Simple Things can’t be found.
This is the last time As much as the first Open or close your eyes but the vision is the same. It’s only in my head It’s only in my head I love you like a brother but won’t remember your name.
When everything disappears Even sacred memories hide underground. Lost, frozen in a searing panic Where Simple Things can’t be found.
I posted thoughts much earlier about Super Black Holes, and have waited for the launch of the James Webb telescope for a pretty long time. Hubble showed us amazing things. Many confirming Einstein’s theories. It forced us to see our universe is expanding rapidly, rather than slowing as expected, in all directions at the same time. Constellations, star clusters, galaxies and eventually suns and their planets will grow further and further apart. The stars and galaxies we see now will not be visible from Earth in just a few eons. (and they were so much closer eons ago) This will never end – speeding away – light constantly retreating. Our universe will get darker and darker, all matter – including black holes, will burn out or blow up, until there is no energy – anywhere.
But if my earlier theory has any merit, this might not be the end. In short, I suggested we are NOW in a black hole. With no proof whatsoever (#noproofwhatsoever) I suggested dark matter and dark energy are converted from regular matter when sucked inside a black hole. This is why our universe continues to expand. Literally everything we see or can detect is matter jettisoned through the Event Horizon with nothing to slow it down. One big sneeze from each black hole. Countless more black holes created as material is ejected – or pushed into a separate universe……?
I love science fiction and can recommend a few books almost as old as I am. I would love to write a novel on this subject but the next step is to think that OUR universe is expanding and will eventually die, but if intelligent life can manage to cross back through the Event Horizon, through the other side of a black hole, we may find a totally different universe that is quite stable or just plain weird. Who knows!
I suggest we can become that intelligent life.
PS I hope the new attempts to recreate the genius of “Dune” and “The Foundation” live up to the hype. These are treasured ideals for me, not just books on a shelf lol!
Thank you for listening.
My wife Ellen and I giving our grand kids a glow stick show in a dark roomCollision of Star Clusters of glow sticksglow stick Nebula
The pictures remind me of other visual games we would play and eventually showed our grandkids, but that is a different post.
Bicycle riding is something I have loved since being a kid. I get exercise, fresh air, new scenery and a little bit of escape all wrapped into one. Recently cities in Ohio and other states have purchased unused train rights of way and turning them into bike and walking paths or trails. This is perfect because the train tracks are fairly level, the perfect width, and they go through neighborhoods that are rarely connected any other way.
Case in point is the latest addition of the CROWNsection of the pathways including Wasson Way. When I-71 was built around 1966 to 1975 it split Cincinnati in drastic and unfortunate ways like every other town. Once built, many neighborhoods were completely severed from each other and in some cases from the business districts they created. This is a point in history for me as my family was renting a house on a street that was demolished and we had to move for them to build I-71. The neighborhoods I used to ride through with my friends were no longer accessible to a kid on a bike.
Strollers enjoying the Marburg Avenue section of Wasson Way
Anyway, they are about to extend that section next week so the Wasson Way path connects to one of my favorite local parks of all time! I have shared many pictures of Ault Park here and it is still a lovely place to see. When this section is completed I will be able to take bike trails (including on-road lanes) from my house all the way to Ault Park. The big plan is to have various trails in Ohio that will take you from the southernmost point in Ohio near the Ohio River all the way to Cleveland at some point in the not too distant future.
I took some pictures of the progress made to the unfinished section so you have an idea of the work they are putting into this.
Existing trail on Wasson Road
New section connecting to Ault Park
Erie Avenue overpass
They are almost ready to open new section!
Truck pouring another cement foundation for drainage
They will start planting trees along the current paths next week. As old as I am it is still nice to get out and take a ride through familiar neighborhoods like I did when much younger. It is satisfying to see the city I have lived in for almost ever finally embracing these outdoor activities and unique neighborhoods long cut off from each other.
I can remember sitting on the porch At the end of a very difficult day. Problem after problem pounding my head Sometimes I couldn’t even hear my music play.
Thinking if I could sit down for a minute But it takes more than a moment to catch my breath. No one can put more pressure on me than me Not even a matter of life or death.
Today, I can listen to the Calm Wind Chimes When the panic level drops it reveals a better way Eyes closed listening to the Calm Wind Chimes Singing the end to another wonderful day.
When forced to focus on the real things around us It feels like so much is thrown in our way Meadows turn to valleys and hillsides become mountains Digging yourself deeper and deeper into dismay.
Today, I can listen to the Calm Wind Chimes When the panic level drops it reveals a better way Eyes closed listening to the Calm Wind Chimes Singing the end to another wonderful day.
Storms have blown through and ripped things apart Until you’d pray for the return of stifling heat. It will rain for so long the very ground rushes away As easily turn to snow and completely bury the street.
I went searching for years to learn the important things in life. Some spent in luxury, too many were spent in strife. Truly believing if I could just find the right questions Throughout all of humanity, someone would surely know.
What happens after death, are we all alone? The answers were never written in stone. What is the real difference between love and faith? Is it too late with three out at the bottom of the eighth?
The Answer Might Be 42 But it never was about that. Finding neither question or answer Nor even a wise old sage or wizard.
To learn how to listen I sought out musicians To know what is real I studied magicians. Accountants I’ve met could never measure true cost. Preparing for challenge I drank with those who have lost.
To see both sides I closely examined the moon. You can see the ground better from a hot air balloon. Can’t understand demons if you always talk to saints. What is freedom if you’ve never known restraints?
The Answer Might Be 42 But it was never about that. The secret of life is not found in questions Better served by learning whom to ask.
Thinking of the times we were both in school They said I was an idiot and called you a fool. In high school you created a vaccine that kept thousands alive When I was bored I solved problems for the first warp drive.
One time I saw a kid push you around I thought you would never hit the ground. I went over to help you up and when I reached out a hand With a smile you said. “Bodies in motion. Now I understand’.
In class I was asked for money and I had to refuse That week I came home with cuts and a bruise. Forget the bedside manners and dispense with the charm That’s what you meant when you would yell, ‘First, do no harm’.
Bodies In Motion pushed in so many different ways. Bodies In Motion simply can’t be measured in days.
Bullies and jerks are really nothing new Feels like so many but there’s only just a few. Beauties and brats seem to roam free across the range They appear successful but soon that will also change.
Bodies In Motion pushed in so many different ways. Bodies In Motion simply can’t be measured in days.
Thinking of the times we were both in school They said I was an idiot and called you a fool. In high school you created a vaccine that kept thousands alive When I was bored I solved problems for the first warp drive.
I’m with you sometimes when you stay up late at night Watching a show or reading a book and you start to cry. I try not to interfere, so rarely ask if you’re alright It ruins the tears if you have to stop and tell me why.
Your eyes just light up as you get the widest grin Whenever animals or an old couple stop to chat. You never judged an animal by the color of their skin And I’ve never had the chance to thank you for that.
What Is It that makes you smile? What does it take to make you cry? How do you keep focused on those in need? Whatever it is it becomes obvious Because I love what I see.
Sitting on a hillside as the sunset puts on a show Looking forward to early morn’ to see the blooms. There are many things about you I still don’t know. Grab it before it becomes lost in ashes and fumes.
You look at things in ways I will never understand No interest in paybacks or evening the score. Never guaranteed things would go just like we planned. Saying life is a thrill a minute so keep looking for more.
No interest in paybacks or evening the score. Saying life is a thrill a minute so keep looking for more.
What Is It that makes you smile? What does it take to make you cry? How do you keep focused on those in need? Whatever it is it becomes obvious Because I love what I see.
MidiMike 