First Blog

  Russian Proverb: You live as long as you are remembered. This is life’s extension beyond the beyond.   You can continue, but only those if celebrated can you enjoy this post-beyond.   Nationally, this is the point of Memorial Day, President’s Day, Religious founders, and so many more. These are reminders of the best of us, the most honored.   Every great nation remembers how they came to be. Forget the past at your peril. Personally, though, these are milestones from our own lives. Not birthday parties, but solemn occasions, these commemorate personal memories, for personal reasons, and they are no less important. If we cannot remember those near to us now departed, how can we celebrate the more general days of Memoriam? Indeed, many have been convoluted from their original meanings.     By keeping our loved ones proverbially alive, we sustain their lessons and meanings to all.   I believe we should remember those we have personally loved on their special day in some way.   It

  Abraham Lincoln, if truth be known, was not a religious man, but he did understand prayer. Partly, he viewed prayer as deep introspection, without the external pressures of life, seeking wisdom and calmness to carry on. In managing a deadly war, Lincoln needed internal guideposts to carry on. Many personalize this through a Divine spirit, and this helps with understanding, gives reverence, and connects to others. It helps cut through the impossible to possibility. Anyway, even the most devout atheist needs prayer, if only to give reverence to life, to elevate life above a chemical jungle of automatic process. Prayer has great merit and should be practiced by all.

Someone has past away.  It happens every day.  It is a part of life.  We traditionally give reverence to the dead. While  not exactly liking or admiring them in life we honor their memory in death.  We mourn their passing; we celebrate their achievements.  This is the normal course of events saving the monsters of the day.  Hitler and Stalin are the iconic examples of mass murderer monsters that garner no, absolutely no charity in their passing. Nowadays we have the hagiographers and demonizers of every high-profile passing.  Case-in-point is Margaret Thatcher.  She is gone; her achievements, great or not, are now in the records.  By many accounts, she elevated a deteriorating British economy, though by many others she was the Iron Lady who ran roughshod over smaller nations. Many African nations do not celebrate her life.  Many on the far left deprecate her existence and celebrate her death.  They even rejoice in her passing by holding public rallies.  This seems to be symptomatic