Insane Earthlings

I could stop writing blog posts right now. I wrote the first post as an outlet to release the frustrations of dealing with my perception of an unfair world. I kept writing because I found I had more to say. I kept writing because I had lost my mother to cancer just a few weeks before my first post. This year that we call two thousand and sixteen ends today. The naming of the years is helpful in navigating our lives, but has no real basis in reality. Marking the trips our planet makes around an insignificant star in an infinite cosmos is an act in futility. In the infinite, you cannot mark time because there is no end and there is no beginning. Saying that I am writing my last blog post would be a guess at this point. I have no idea if I will ever type another sentence or draw another breath. And the cold hard reality and the beautiful possibility is that none of us do. Soon after I began dating the love of my life, she introduced me to a film from 1971 called Harold and Maude...

Guest Post by Randy  From LeGette:  I am thankful for the gift of this guest post written by my brother Randy.  Every creative effort I have made has been inspired and nourished by him. As children, he taught me to create imaginary worlds where my Teddy Bear played in a hard rock band and lived in a fancy apartment in my desk drawer. A world where the ultra clean cut police from the TV show Adam-12 were replaced with cops more like Dirty Harry. A world where improvisational songs about his roommate's smelly shoes could tell an hour long story.  He taught me that as long as we can be creative, we are never confined to this earth. We can go anywhere and we can be whoever we want.  Luke 24:5 “Why do you seek the living among the dead?” The Gift Often in literature and motion pictures, the question is raised, “what if you could have one more day with the departed?” My family received that gift last Christmas. My mother had been valiantly...