I look across to him as he sits there reading or doing a crossword puzzle. I notice the grey in his hair seems to be more and more. His face covered also, with a grey and white beard.

The lines in his face show the many years he has lived, and they show a hard life. His hand moves to his lower chest and side and his face grimaces in pain.

I worry about him and I know he is all alone. I try to be the best friend to him that I can be. I ask if he is ok, and he tells...

As I walk to my jeep the clock strikes twelve. I can hear the church bells chime just down the road. The air is crisp and cool on my skin as I have no jacket on and my hair blows this way and that.

I look above me and there is not a cloud in the sky, just total blue as far as the eye can see. I can still feel the pain of the needle from two days ago as I climb in and my boot rubs my leg.

I think back to last night when we chatted. A video chat. I could see him...

I mean assuming I even make it, I just don't want to spend the next 5 trillion years worrying about a pay check and unemployment and rent and inflation and all the other things associated with the whole money is god system...

That would not be a very fun eternity...

Instead I hope the after life is built around other principles...I really do...

I hope it's built more around relationships, and interaction with other beings...fulfillment through serving others......