Here we are, only a speck of light in a totally indifferent universe, only a fleeting moment in what might be incomprehensible infinity, only a breath and a heartbeat in all the energy of history.
How do we make the most of this strange, precious, fleeting moment of existence? How do we survive? Continue reading “Work As We Know It Is Over”
“Willie Loman never made a lot of money. His name was never in the paper. He’s not the finest character that ever lived. But he’s a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid. He’s not to be allowed to fall in his grave like an old dog. Attention, attention must finally be paid to such a person.” ― Death of a Salesman, by Arthur Miller
I was angry to read this from CBC News on November 25, 2017: “Bell’s ‘Let’s Talk’ campaign rings hollow for employees suffering panic attacks, vomiting and anxiety”: Continue reading “Attention, Attention Must Finally Be Paid”
“If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?”
I ran into a friend yesterday. Hadn’t seen her for a few months. Her hair had grown longer and so, as we were standing on opposite sides of the street waiting for the light to turn, I didn’t recognize her. I didn’t wave back when she waved.
Then the light turned, we began crossing the street, and she came into focus.
Continue reading “Silence”
Yesterday, I walked home via a different route than normal and I passed by this beautiful granite monument to 100 workers who died on the job. There are bronze plaques naming a worker and his or her cause of death for each year from 1901 to 1999.
Continue reading “100 Workers”