Allow me to introduce you to the scariest word in the English language: CHANGE. The hardest task to accomplish and seldom managed. Supposedly constant but always resisted. Yet we all agree on the need and we spend huge amounts of money around it. And the older we get, the harder the task. So let’s take another look at it and hear one person’s story of change not sought and not desired yet managed.

Who am I is a common enough question.  But deep down who am I really?
 What does it mean that I am in the world?  Am I in fact the person that I think
I am, or more accurately, that I feel that I am?  Or was for that matter, am I
the same person I was as a child?  Lots of questions, few answers.

Justice is a complicated concept that most people understand intuitively. I break it down to two types of phenomena, personal and public justice. The consequences and behavior of justice are different depending on where it is sought and for what purpose. How we respond must be equally different to achieve the wholeness we seek in life.

Tolerance, the willingness to endure something unpleasant or contrary to one’s way of thinking, has received judgments lately that it is not adequate in the modern world that has so many afflictions running wild. I wish to rise and say that the time to remove this tool from the arsenal has not yet arrived. It has much to teach us and aid ourselves and others.