Until the End

My life is like so much smoke drifting on the horizon. It shifts in the breeze dissipates and is gone. Was it caused by any glowing embers that once burned? I might well think so but I might equally be misled by the terror of insignificance. I don't pretend that my existence has altered the flow of human history or even rippled the surface of events. It's as small as any other life that hasn't been boosted by fame or notoriety. But our small lives still have some meaning even if only to those who love us. We owe it to them to whisper our words. Small lives have value. Our small ambitions regrets dishonesties accomplishments disappointments friendships jealousies commitments - none of them are empty of meaning. Memoir of New Zealand author filmmaker playwright and social activist Mike Riddell. Born in humble surroundings Riddell recounts his adventures including becoming a minister of religion a university lecturer a social activist and a full-time writer.