Rambling Thoughts Driven to a Higher Level

There is a tree I see that dominates the skyline- truly the king of the urban forest.

I see the airport strip from here- a bare patch of grass and asphalt in the urban sea.

Chemistry is man's cookbook to taste nature only to change the recipe.

This is a simple question- do you believe in God?

Keira can't quite understand her holy purpose in this modern age.

Rambling words are like a bubbling, babbling brook. Sometimes it is good to listen to while passing time. However, given enough time, a brook can erode away the strongest, mightiest of rocks. Choose your words wisely.

Not everyone who wanders is lost. Not everyone who sleeps is dreaming. Not everyone who stumbles is fallen. Not everyone who ends their life truly dies. Not everyone who says, "I do" does.

I remember yesterday when I walked past a wren. He sang for me a wonderful tune. I stopped walking and slowed my heart. I listened. But is wasn't for me he sang. His heart sang, and I heard him cry. It was a lonely moment for both of us.

Walden has his pond, and Frost had his road that made all the difference. Dickinson had her death, and Whitman had his Captain. Collins had his forgotten poem, and Max hax his Rachel. Kunitz had his garden, and Pope had his knight. What do I have. I have this journey. I have this trail that you have joined me on for a bit. I have followed some and blazed my own. This is what I have tonight.

**Above thoughts were written during two weeks of teaching during the day and graduate courses at night. Much of what is written was from a need to express my brain while processing non-stop data in the this information age.