A perfect day and night contemplated as I sit here by my campfire outside my little old 1903 house on Seaview Ridge. Now referred to as Camp David by Paul and Anna - my brother and sister in law. So I contemplate my existence and mortality to make sense of it knowing my time left diminishes and I think of what is left undone, wanted, needed. Under these stars, while certainly beautiful, my sense of myself is that in the larger scheme of geologic time is my irrevelancy. The stars, planets and universes wheel around and through me. I send these protons, electrons and quarks throughout the universe and just maybe I trick myself into thinking that I matter. But I do not. One hundred years from now I will not be remembered and these words, if lucky, may be archived somewhere on some data collection in some salt mine some where on or off this planet. I want to have mattered but I am not sure that it is important except to my attachment to my ego. I have tried to do good while here and although
the way has not always been clear I have stuck with the path.

Late night thoughts after a long mountain bike ride along the San Andreas Earthquake fault and lakes created by them. A sun filled day, lucky to be alive and blessed to be with friends that love me, and I them.

Thanks for indulging me, for reading this.

David