My Seasons of Grief

<p>NEW THING</p> <p>I am a rarity in this modern world in this 'Quantum Age' now in the sea of life we all have yachts with a spare engine and a jet ski. We like to keep moving to duck and weave to crawl if we can't walk or to run in every other instance we move our culture society economy media ecology our whole way of life here in the West at least has been centered around the notion that we always ought to be moving full of motion sickness this feeling the feeling of moving (simulated to perfection by our greatest creation; the automobile) this allows us to know that we are in fact alive and not dead but I believe there is a further 'benefit' that this constant motion allows for us to ignore another of the more serious life defining questions what are we rushing towards? Where does this treadmill ultimately lead? The answer is the same for all of us sick healthy fat bald ugly short accomplished home-wreckers murderers free men; ultimately we will all die.</p> <p><b>Kevin Ross McMahon</b> 11/19/1984 - 6/29/2013</p> <p>Encourage each other in my death with calls to go 'farther up and farther in' in this life so that you are prepared for the next as best you can.</p> <p>Alright that's hardly all I have but still it must suffice I fear. Peace joy and delightful things to you all.</p> Love always;</br> Ross