There is in life only one moment and in eternity only one. It is so brief that it is represented by the fleeting of a luminous mote through the thin ray of sunlight--and it is visible but a fraction of a second. The moments that preceded it have been lived, are forgotten and are without value; the moments that have not been lived have no existence and will have no value except in the moment that each shall be lived. While you are asleep you are dead; and whether you stay dead an hour or a billion years the time to you is the same. - Mark Twain's Notebook, 1896 By 1896 Twain's once perfect life had come apart. He reflects on the folly of living for the past or for the future. Now is it and maybe all the it we get. A school mate of the older two Sneed children died suddenly a few days ago. He was 39 years old. Daughter Sneed was particularly hard hit by his death. Humans are thought to have evolved about 195,000 years ago. Our 80 years of life represents about a minute in the history of humanity. Not that much. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky