The Last Christmas

So things have changed; too many events have unfolded in succession and there is no undoing the past. The callous words spat out in anger cannot be withdrawn and swallowed; the scarred flesh cannot be restored immaculate. Despite all that, I look back at this period of the past couple of years not with nostalgia but with insights and ideas- raw objects of abstraction awaiting chiseling and refining by the master craftsman, Time.

What beckons from the great beyond? I do not know, but I certainly do not intend to lug my baggage of often-bitter past with me. Yes, there have been the pleasant memories but I find them inextricable tangled with the bitter. However, there still remain a few untainted strands of memory which I shall treasure. Thank you to all those who played a role in the creation of joy and even of sorrow. You may smile a smile of smugness in the knowledge that your schemes have succeeded, but know that they will not slip by forgotten.

So here is where journey ends. Driven by the winds against the rocks, this vessel shall see seas no more.


Have a Blessed Christmas folks and farewell. Please, shed neither tear nor pity.