Sunday, July 20, 2025

Pain And Suffering Are Not the Same

If you broke your arm, you’d be in pain. After receiving medical attention (pain relievers, cast, maybe a sling), you’d be in much less pain, but suffering might come next.

You’d suffer because the cast will get in the way of many things you take for granted. Your arm will itch, and satisfaction will be difficult to find. People will constantly be asking what happened. Sleeping positions become awkward and will require accommodation for this newly wrapped appendage. 

In this scenario, pain comes first, then suffering begins. All this comes to an end when the cast is removed. Pain and the inconvenience and challenges of suffering expire with the reinstatement of what we call normal.

However, the above process does not always reflect reality. 

  • What if physical pain does not come before suffering?
  • What if suffering becomes the beginning of the cycle? 
  • What if ‘normal’ never comes at all?

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Yesterday’s World

Leah was nine when her world changed from colored chalk drawings on pavement to whispered fears behind curtains. Her neighbors stopped waving, her father stopped smiling, and her school desk sat empty more days than full. At night, she asked why they couldn't light candles anymore. With a sadness Leah had not seen before, her mother held her tighter while humming childhood lullabies that sounded more like prayers. The sounds of boots and broken glass replaced bird song, and Leah learned to silence joy so it wouldn’t be noticed. She did not know why she was different—only that the difference made her invisible, hunted, and no longer safe.

Each time a friend vanished, the silence grew louder. And Leah clung to stories—not fairy tales, but the memories of shared bread, laughter under stars, and her grandmother’s voice saying they were loved. She carried those fragments like lanterns in a dark wood, believing that somewhere, someday, someone would find them still flickering, still glowing, and know they mattered. (A CoPilot-generated story)


Today’s World

My name is Mateo, and I am ten years old. I grew a lot this year, almost 3 inches! I love soccer, and I was looking forward to finally getting on the school team this year; A dream come true! But my dad said only, “We’ll see.” 

I didn’t understand. I’m big enough and I’ll be in the 5th grade this fall. My friends called me a ‘shoo-in for the team this year!”

I did my chores. I watched my younger sister, Camilla, when Mami and Papi needed me to. I helped with folding clothes, too! I never messed up. Well, I have to be honest. Yes, I did get in trouble, but not very often.

But I understand now. 

This morning, I looked out of the kitchen window because I heard sirens. It was early, and the sun was only beginning to chase away the shadows of night. There’s a place across the street where my dad and other men from our neighborhood wait for buses to take them to the fields where they work. 

But today, my father is in his room. He didn’t go to the bus stop. That’s not like him. He’s been working at the same farm for many years, and I can’t remember when he didn’t stand under the overhang with the others waiting for the work bus.

Mami is angry because we need milk, and he won’t go to the store either. He shuffles out of his room with drooping shoulders and says, “Not today, cariño.”

But I understand now. 

From behind the curtains, I see the police cars with their flashing lights. It’s kind of crazy out there. I noticed a few horses too. I’m a little scared. I’ve never seen automatic weapons before, and those big guys are all in dark clothes and masks. Mami whispers, “Mateo! Get away from those windows. Rápidamente!”

Camilla is crying. She’s little, but she knows something is wrong. She’s scared, too, and doesn’t know why. We try to comfort her and keep her quiet. We can’t draw attention to ourselves. 

Papi has always been a proud man. He works hard for his family. But today, he looks smaller. Seeing him like this frightens me. In a quiet voice, he says, “Mateo, I was always afraid this day would come. We made a life here, a good life! We worked hard to raise you well and to provide for you and your sister. But today, I think it is all coming to an end. Changes are coming quickly. I need you to understand something. There is a day coming when I might not come home. There might be a day when you will not know where I am – maybe ever. We need to prepare for this. We need a plan. For now, we need to stay inside. We need to keep the windows covered. We need to be quiet and not cause a scene. We need to talk about what happens next.”

Mami has tears in her eyes. We all do. I am old enough to know what is going on. I’ve been feeling it for a long time. When I'm out there, I look a little different, and my words sound odd to those around me. People make fun of me, and they call me names. I never knew what I did to make them so angry with me, but there’s been a lot of that too. 

Now, the air is thick with apprehension. We’re trapped inside while waiting for papers, phone calls, or someone knocking at the door. Maybe they won’t knock. Maybe they’ll just break down the door in the middle of the night while we're sleeping.

We are trapped. What do we do? Do I have to quit school? No soccer? If Papi can’t work, how will we survive? If they take him, where will we go? How will we get there? Will they take us too? 

For now, I will remember the strength of my Papi. I don’t know the future, but I’ll remember the past. I’ll think of my abuela’s hands folding tortillas. I’ll recall Mami's bedtime songs when I was little. I’ll pray for a life without fear – someday. I will hope and pray for a simple home, not a castle; we don't need that. We would be happy with a small piece of the world where we won’t vanish, where love would not require the proof of paperwork and official stamps, where walking down the street would say to the world, “I exist and I’m just like you."

I will try to remember these things, these hopes and dreams. But the truth is, today I am terrified."


Mateo's story (without AI) was created with my words and generated for these times. It’s a story of fear, alienation, confusion, persecution, and suffering. It portrays the deep anguish in the broken hearts and souls of others living not so far from me, and it also breaks mine. 

"Somehow, the prophets knew, the soul must weep to be a soul at all."  
(The Tears of Things: Prophetic Wisdom for an Age of Outrage)

Those who fail to learn from history are condemned to repeat it

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Friday, July 18, 2025

I Talk to Machines

 (To CoPilot) 

“Why do I always feel like I should say Thank You when CoPilot completes a task, and is that weird?”

(CoPilot Response) 

“Not weird at all, Mike—just wonderfully human of you. That impulse to say, "Thank you" is a sign of empathy and appreciation, even when you're interacting with a digital companion like me. It speaks to the kind of person you are: thoughtful, respectful, and someone who values collaboration, even across the Silicon Divide.

Thursday, July 17, 2025

The Allegory of the Long Spoons

You know the’ long spoons’ story. It’s used primarily to teach the difference between heaven and hell. I think that’s a tragic simplification. Although it provides this accepted comparison, we completely miss its lesson about living here and now. This viewpoint literally means “Feed each other!” 

Thursday, July 10, 2025

One Plus One



On one hand, the math isn't mathing!

On the other hand, love has never insisted that it does.









Saturday, July 5, 2025

Shouting Into the Void

"Shouting into the void" is an idiom describing a situation where one's words, actions, or efforts are not received, acknowledged, or have any discernible impact. (Artificial Intelligence)


This phrase stipulates that one experiences a profound lack of interaction with the words carefully typed, the words creatively spoken, the examples diligently researched, and the intended efforts seeking dialogue. The content provider receives no feedback. 

There is nothing that creates a virtual sensory deprivation chamber more than this.

Sunday, April 13, 2025

The Squishy Stuff

If you have yet to see Season 1, Episode 15 of the new Matlock television series, maybe save this article for a later time. This is a lot of words to say, “Warning. Spoiler Alert!”

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Attorney Matty Matlock (Kathy Bates) is working undercover to find out which of the law firm’s partners destroyed evidence in a litigated opioid trial against a drug manufacturer. Matty believes that (1) the acquittal in this case resulted from the destruction of this evidence and (2) the acquittal was the reason that her daughter overdosed on this medication. 

A secret whistleblower is in the shadows. 

Sunday, April 6, 2025

Illusions Recalled

I woke up earlier than normal. I don’t know what kind of dream had been interrupted. I don’t know why a deep slumbering fog cleared with the voice of Joni Mitchell singing “I really don’t know love, at all.”

But I am awake now. The considerable pull of a morning espresso momentarily overpowered the musician in my head. But within a few metronome beats of the grandfather clock, vision moved from opaque to clear, and the aroma of the steaming latte’ brought a successful merger between Joni and Joe. 

This day had begun.  

Sunday, March 23, 2025

The Band Without a Country

“We’re a land that prides itself on being ‘the land of the free and home of the brave.’ I believe that just as much as anyone else does. But for that, we need these different perspectives. We need to see how others think.”

“If we are a society that is suppressing art, we’re a society that is afraid of what it might reveal about itself. If we’re suppressing music, we’re suppressing emotions, we’re suppressing expression, we’re suppressing vulnerability, we’re suppressing the very essence of what makes us human. We are devaluing our own Humanity.”  18-year-old Harvard teenage musician, Rishab Jain

Diversity Equity Inclusion and Me




Sunday, March 16, 2025

Giants and a Dot

“Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive, or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.” 

A considerable number of decades ago, I remember hearing those words at bedtime – because that is when we used to listen to the story of Jack and the Beanstalk. It is a miracle that I ever got a wink of sleep! But the fairy tale has become more than just the giant wishing to make bread out of a child. The adaptations over the years have made Jack into a ‘Robin Hood’ of his time as he steals (gold coins, a hen that lays golden eggs, and a golden harp that talks) from a Leviathan thief to alleviate the poverty of those living at the base of the beanstalk.

Sunday, March 2, 2025

Musicians, Poets, and Actors

Around here, it’s ‘that’ time of year. All of the hard work done by those in school bands, choir, and drama is on full display in competitive arenas every weekend. Yes, sometimes long days result - but these days are filled with positive vibes.

I see the dedication. I feel the excitement. I experience the manifestation of hope for a world gone crazy. All of this is soul-soothing for me.

At the same time, I notice the willingness of these performers to take on the ills of society in a direct, emotional, and even confrontational manner. This generation wants to make a difference. Kudos!

Sunday, February 23, 2025

I Didn’t Know, a Confession, and a Way Forward

I have been around the block a few times and I spent much of my life thinking, “Things are getting better. People are getting better.” But I didn’t know.

I Didn't Know

Sunday, February 2, 2025

Maritime Law

Spencer Dutton. "I am in your debt." 
Ship's Captain. "You're in no such thing. I think perhaps the sea is the last place where men do the right thing for that reason alone." 
Spencer Dutton. "Maybe the whole world should be put to sea.
Ship's Captain. "The whole world would drown."
        The Rule of 500, The Television Series, 1923

Sunday, January 26, 2025

Running Late

We were cutting it close, too close. But we made the stop anyway. I could say that the car needed gas. But the truth is, we needed gas – coffee!

So, we found an unknown. It was the only shop Google found for us. We even needed to backtrack a little bit. 

NO! It would not be open for another 6 minutes. But an eagle-eyed passenger noted that others were walking by our parking spot and entering, (what’s this?), another coffee shop! 

Sunday, January 19, 2025

Hope From Those in School

In the first January article, I noted that my 2025 word-of-the-year challenge is to be a warmer person. 

I knew that would be a difficult goal but that’s the point of this annual exercise – to improve in areas where one needs improvement.

But today, I’m not feeling warm. All I can think about is the windchill of minus 30 degrees. I’ll take a break from that warm person thing since there’s less chance than a cold day in hell that I’ll see anybody today. I’m off the hook while shivering in place. Sounds fair.

I will take this time to wrap up in a blanket and read a book. Before picking up the novel, I will spend a little time reinforcing the I-never-want-to-forget memories from yesterday. 

Sunday, January 12, 2025

Always Learning

"War may sometimes be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always an evil, never a good. We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other's children." (Carter’s speech accepting the Democratic presidential nomination in 1976.)


Given the circumstances of this past week, many Jimmy Carter quotes have been published. When reading this one, I thought of the Sermon on the Mount. I imagined Jesus responding, “But I say to you, until you love and care for every child, there can be no peace in the world nor your heart.”

Sunday, January 5, 2025

A Warm Challenge

I fear I have “bitten off more than I can chew”. That common metaphor has never been truer than today.

You might be aware that ‘it’s that time of year’, I recently waged a small internal battle to determine my 2025 Word of the Year. I won’t know about the results of this ‘war’ until “it’s that time of year”, next year. I know - you can hardly wait.

This is the 12th year I have taken part in this annual discipline. Looking over the words and phrases from the past, one might lean toward discouragement – one like me, for instance. You’d think by now, after spending a year with each of these words/phrases, I might be extensively improved. But I think, well OK, I’ll be honest, I know I am not the new and improved version I seek to be.