Chilmark has not put up a post in a few days due to the death of the brother of a very dear and close friend. Her brother passed away in a late night car accident. He was 21 years old. He was alone.
Sad and confusing.
So sad for no parent should have to bury their child.
So confusing as this is a wonderful family. The parents who were medical professionals immigrating to this country from the Dominican Republic some two decades ago, raising their only son and only daughter here. Now they are left with just one child – tragic. What reason is there for them to suffer so?
The wake was yesterday, the funeral today, support to the family continuous.
Have many topics to cover, much to write, but it may be another day before something shows up.
Trust you understand and will bear with us. By next week, we ought to be on a more normal schedule.
Until then, treasure what you have, be they parents, children or close friends for this life is precious and fleeting.
John,
Our prayers are with the family. There are many, many things that are considerably more important than this wired world we all now inhabit 24/7. Friends and family in a time of need are at the top of the list.
The world can wait. Indeed, there is probably no greater sorrow than for a parent to bury a child.
Hi.
Just a note to express sadness and sympathies for your loss. Be well.
Mike H
Sorry to hear about your loss. You and the family will be in my thoughts. So sad.
Dan L
And no child should have to bury his parents. I hope that these reforms and new I.T. save us some money we can use and provide us the feedback loop to solve the chronic diseases of our time.
in addition to then free us up to solve the even bigger questions of death itself.
instead of our economy being able to provide us 20 subtly different choices of water pistols. lets forget about the water pistols and everything things else non essential and concentrate our economic power on
cures for cancer
brain machine interfaces
cures for aging
ways in which this young man could have had himself reconstructed
planes run on autopiliot why not cars
a 2-key system where the 2nd key checks for alchohol consumption
“crazy” stuff like that.
theres already simple brain machien interfaces where people move mouse with thier mind.
if soceity was really concerned with self preservatin and not current consumption smart people would have the resources to “back yourself up everynight:
or
we already know the architecture of aging
society should treat this like it would treat an incoming astroid and send all its resources to it extending life expectancy to 150 in V1
I wonder what would happen if the U.S. government invested the trillion dollars it will run up on deficits, instead into labs and scientists in a concerted effort to get this done.
you wouldnt need so much health insurance.. you could always be 20-30 years old for 150 years
and then “get yourself from backup” when the limits of the aging treatments are reached.
or when you have a car accident.
instead most of the smart people we would need to work together on such an innovation work tirelessly in industries supporting current consumption like video games or global supply chains that bring you and I 20 different variations of water pistols
instead car worker unions drive up the price of the car to support “standard of living increases” so that workers can get the plasma tv his next door neighbor has.
and so they can fit into the car a system that plays your ipod and lets you yap on the phone hands free
instead of a 2 key system where the 2nd key checks alchohol levels
yeah.. “crazy”
Parable of immortality ( A ship leaves . . . )
by Henry (Jackson) Van Dyke – 1852 – 1933
I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch
until at last she hangs like a peck of white cloud
just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, ‘There she goes!
Gone where? Gone from my sight – that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
‘There she goes! ‘ ,
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout :
‘Here she comes!’