GO MIKE

For my brother Jerry.

Finding life in Hawaii.

Midway upon the journey of this life, I found myself floating on the ocean clear. For my path had been lost, what is this ocean, how hard it is to say, savage rough and stern which in the very thought renews the fear of the past.

So bitter it can be, death is always near. On the ocean is where I found and will speak of what I saw there. I can not repeat exactly how I found my self floating here, so desperate was I at the moment, lost, without truth, and  way in life.

But now I had reached the ocean, it pierced my heart. Upward I looked sitting on its shoulders I was being led right by it. Then, my fears were quieted.

I look out into the distance peerless and gazing. So did my soul that threw its self out trying to flee yet was turned back by this mighty ocean. My body became rested, the ocean became firm.

The time was the beginning of the morning, and up comes the sun to warm my skin. The wild beast of my past was at its final hour and the sun and ocean gave my soul silence and peace.

When the moment was pure I thought have pity on me ocean. And then I saw, I felt, and understood.

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The Paradox of time.

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life; we’ve added years to life, not life to years.

We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space; we’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less; we plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait; we have higher incomes, but lower morals; we have more food, but less appeasement; we build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication; we’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology has brought this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or to just say oh …yeah.