Between Life and Death -- Thoughts

    I was told that some people died. I believed it. My heart was troubled, and it was moved to think of others. Including the survivors. We lose people all the time. But hopefully not too close. We pray and take care not to be hurt or cut down in the same ways.

    But it comes, and closely. It will, it does.

    Am I negative, am I pessimistic? No, this is our reality.

    Surely, we celebrate life. Youth, and middle age, and old age, all of it.

    We love and cherish the living. But we recognize those that have passed on.

    Perhaps no one died?

    Perhaps we all surived a trying month of tests and trials?

God bless us.

    The living and the dead.

    Like the writer of Ulyssess, James Joyce, in 1922. His long short story.

    The Dead.

    I heard that 

 Gratitude for Science and History

    We must be grateful. Most of us. Some have it harder than others.

    Because the same life and science that allows us to live and breathe

 Germany is Out! Way to Go, Paraguay!

    Raus, ausschlander! Get out! They have had enough success for a few lifetimes, in my opinion.

    Good. Gut. Enough of the dominant powers. 

    We want some underdogs.

    Netherlands eliminated by Morocco. Poor Dutchmen. The best team never to win it ever.

    Who has won? Uruguay. Brazil. Italy. Argentina. Germany. France. Spain. Is that all? Ever?

    Only those 7? Wow. We need more. I have mentioned Mexico. England. Who else? Of course, the U.S.A. Or... a developing nation, even better. Who is left?

    Belgium saves itself...

    Algeria still alive, with Austria... Paraguay.