Random

Random is not simply a word, to me it represents part of the beauty of our life.

There are random moments that occur whether we see them or not (tree falls in a forest?) If we open our eyes to the possibility of these random moments they reveal themselves to be not so random after-all.

While composing a message to someone who has got my attention (yes... on Facebook), I pounded out the following;

If we spend a quarter of a century putting something together we had better pay damn good attention to the people there when the moment arrives.

I intend to...