Here's a thought for you: We're not gonna make it. I just watched the life cycle end of someone I worked with and fully facilitated in "career extesion" from 60 to 90 and I saw declines taking place thinking we could compensate, slow or reverse but no. Nature is wicked. It took her down before my eyes in a most miserable way despite my best efforts-- which actually appeared to be working for a long time.
Losing this battle and not seeing anything on the near horizon for us means doom for us too. We're screwed, biologically speaking. I haven't heard from Durk Pearson yet but I'll seance him later tonight I think and I don't want to bother his quantum soul-- I'll simply toss out a big thanks for that book in 1982. Then I'll wait for the synchronicity. Maybe his angel buddies will throw me a signal bone.
Dorothy waved to me as I went out the door this morning. For real. I had tossed a bunch of our photos on the Korg piano at the front of my living room as I left to visit the Social Security Admin building to do some neccessary reporting and adjusting. I glanced back at the last second and my attention was grabbed by a snapshot of her waving to me with her left hand with her briefcase in her right as I went out the door. Even now as I recall it, the odds of my attention being caught by that one particular random photo among all the photos struck me as pretty good really because I was on the way out the door with an exact same size briefcase too.
What are the odds, eh?
That's called a Godwink for you materialists and anti-quantumologists.
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