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I tend to think that life revolves around me. From my perspective, it does. I see the world through my eyes. My understanding of the world starts with me, but it cannot end there.
That myopic beginning is part of my lot in life. That is where my challenge starts.
I am finite. My view of the world is limited. My view is not just limited; it is utterly infinitesimal.
Science tells us that the world began with a “bang” about 14 billion years ago. All of known history is less than 10,000 years. My life began only 56 years ago, and I might only have another 30 years or so if I am fortunate. In comparison to the age of the universe, I am barely a mist. Continue reading “Olympic Gold and Everlasting to Everlasting”


