Well! Last post 2014 - Now 2018 -

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Like we discussed before, the only constant is change. And change certainly appears to vary in velocity, does it not?
The use of blogger, both in the writing and the reading has plummeted. Facebook rose to it's pinnacle and now also appears to be sliding down a slope.
My personal life from my blogger beginnings and the time I last babbled into blogger posts, things have dramatically changed.
But isn't that always the way?
Via blogger I met and shared with people who experienced life in other parts of the world. Fun, interesting and also a sharing of experience and pain. The learning and sharing of the depths of life; love, death, suffering and wisdom like art and poetry, they symbolize a finger pointing the way. To absorb, to feel, to understand is beyond the simplicity of words. To recite or quote is not intended to be thought of in steps. One, two, three, four. That is just, "belief." Yet through our sharing we helped one another understand things a little better.
It's odd today in seeing the number of people who live by the sharing of opinion and dissatisfaction. Today's neuroscience has helped us understand that in the continuation of things we did while growing up our brains will continue to grow. Reading and exercise and learning new things are examples of what helps us grow. Unfortunately, misspelling, obesity and education are often beginning early. Opinions are grounded in the opinion of others. Physical labor has lessened and health is many times replaced by a quest for muscle and shape. Learning new music and/or an instrument, a language, reading for expansion or pleasure is less than what it was.
Continue to grow has been replaced with being stagnant.
Voting, buying, feelings and opinion equal to the depth of a rain shower on the road may look impressive and at times create floods but it's not the depth and understanding one needs.
You'll drown that way.

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