These days too many of us seem inclined to cover our ears close our eyes and blindly follow the most narrow conservative tenets of religion; or else seek comfort in the ancient traditions of New Age ritual.
As I approach my 88th birthday it's become apparent to me that my eyes and ears among other appurtenances aren't quite what they used to be. The prospect of long flights to wherever in search of whatever are not quite as appealing.
I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.
I am imagination. I can see what the eyes cannot see. I can hear what the ears cannot hear. I can feel what the heart cannot feel.