A sincere offering of friendship and message of encouragement to all my colleagues here at AuthorsDen, especially to those with whom I have disagreed, in the hope that we might be friends.
Beyond Actuarial Eschatology
out of time (in a good way)
As I explore time as I dig and delve In eschatology of humankind Twenty-One December of Twenty-Twelve The Mayan end of days comes to my mind Perhaps I might have had enough by then Of numbering days and be ready when Time drops off sharply and ceases to be Perhaps that might be time enough for me
Yet I remember Nineteen Eighty-Four As not so futuristic anymore
Although its politics have come to pass Government probing us all up the ass I suppose I will still be here to see The future in hindsight Twenty-Twenty And should that be all that would be plenty Although no one knows the day nor the hour When the stock exchange rings the final bell Each of us right now holds time in our power:
To live our days kindly wisely and well To make life more like heaven less like hell
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMVI
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Reviews of "Beyond Actuarial Eschatology / out of time (in a good way)"
I love the book '1984'. Either Orwell could see into the future, or he just knew humans wouldn't be able to function without making one another miserable by trying to control everyone and everything...
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
To make life more like heaven less like hell"
Nicely expressed, Stevie. Your offer of friendship is a gift not to be ignored. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Felix