Reflections of Life,
Past, Present and Future
by
James Strauss
Reflecting on the outrageous fortune that has smiled down upon me with all of its travel, pain, depression, elation, danger, adventure and total lack of believability. For a time I tried to have credibility until I discovered that my own credibility was without meaning. The meaning of life has nothing to do with credibility or believing in anything. It has to do with longing and thought leading to the satisfaction of a mission in pursuit and a need to understand rather than to be understood.
I came to outwardly express my feelings and thoughts so as to constantly remain actively in search at my core. From my core to the outside world. From my core to the Solar system and galaxy. From my core to the universe and finally, from my core to your core. This site is about your core and what you might be able to take from my own.
Enjoy my reflections and share yours here. Comment freely on the posts. May we grow together on this strange journey
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