<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817987350814600556</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:36:09.933-05:00</updated><category term='spouse'/><category term='intimacy'/><category term='monogamy'/><category term='family'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='cyclic'/><category term='joy'/><category term='journey'/><category term='love'/><category term='sorrow'/><category term='nurture'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Life Navigation</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronarden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817987350814600556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronarden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ron Arden, &lt;br&gt;Life Navigator&lt;br&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17728489079025126515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817987350814600556.post-961934012773430273</id><published>2010-03-31T14:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:48:04.403-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monogamy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cyclic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurture'/><title type='text'>“Separate, But, Indeed, Never Apart...”</title><content type='html'>“I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous - everyone hasn't met me yet.” – Rodney Dangerfield (American Comedian, 1921 - 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its origins in our family in 1995, our Seder table has become a metaphorical tapestry our lives… as an immediate family, and, importantly, as extended-family of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 15 years, each of us as individuals and as couples have experienced periods of joyful celebration and, at times, tearful sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the balance of life… joy and sorrow define each other. There cannot be one, without the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, within this cyclic ebb and flow of emotions there is one major constant. One enduring force that helps nurture and sustain us irrespective of our circumstances… we have each other. Our relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family, friend, ‘kibbutz’, partner, or a hybrid, it’s the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In harmony with the balance of life, so true is the nature of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author, – Tom Robbins said, “When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can go on and on--serial polygamy--until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.” Robbins quote goes directly to the foundational dynamics of any healthy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-Fulfillment. Liking and loving ourselves. Our internal sense of “friend”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We here, as family and friends, have laughed, danced, hugged, cried, yelled, screamed, cursed, and, at times, simply gone quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things are turbulent, we are there for each other. Always. My Godchild &amp;amp; nephew Griffin’s upcoming Bar Mitzvah Torah reading of B’Har speaks directly of this and gives great specificity as what it is to be a mensch. It speaks clearly of the laws of shmitta—an ideal of social justice that culminates in the concept of joyous celebration. A vision of a Utopian Sabbath. A state in which all debts are forgiven, salves are freed, and the land is restored to its rightful owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our world of family and friends, we do for each other… simply because it is correct. The right thing. What a mensch does. There is no—”you owe me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We create our own shmitta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when things between us grow still… the reasons unimportant… there can reflection. We separate, but never part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be no reflection in turbulent waters. Throw a pebble in a pond and try to look at yourself. It may be you but not recognizable. You are simply not yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may Separate, but, indeed, are never Apart...&lt;br /&gt;From yourself.&lt;br /&gt;From your spouse.&lt;br /&gt;From your family.&lt;br /&gt;From your partner.&lt;br /&gt;From your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, in stillness, heal and re-establish intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimacy is not a static moment like a statue but a reciprocal and dynamic movement like a dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when we are aligned with our deepest values, and true sense of intimacy, and have the courage to express these in every aspect of our lives, work and relationships… we are at our most powerful… our most inspiring… and our most useful to ourselves… and to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have achieved an “ideal”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elusive, yes; illusory, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimate friendships.&lt;br /&gt;Those at our Seder table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who is just a friend... is suddenly the only person you can imagine yourself with." - Gillian Anderson, Actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Pesach my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817987350814600556-961934012773430273?l=ronarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronarden.blogspot.com/feeds/961934012773430273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817987350814600556&amp;postID=961934012773430273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817987350814600556/posts/default/961934012773430273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817987350814600556/posts/default/961934012773430273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronarden.blogspot.com/2010/03/separate-but-indeed-never-apart.html' title='“Separate, But, Indeed, Never Apart...”'/><author><name>Ron Arden, &lt;br&gt;Life Navigator&lt;br&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17728489079025126515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817987350814600556.post-6359476094318559198</id><published>2008-08-01T08:07:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:44:35.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Metaphor of The Number 2"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday (31July2008) was a wonderful day in Katonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had coffee with some of our breakfast crew (the Giobbi's, Adam, and Susan) at Perks and we discussed two 'vital' topics... a problem with sediment in Susan and Marc's water supply to the house and catching, preparing, and devouring lobsters (homarus americanus)... my old marine biology studies have never left me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a warm day with crystal clear blue skies and not a zephyr of a breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a particularly good mood as I just learned earlier that day that a long-overdue (and necessary) consulting position finally came through. Monday will be my first day of the assignment. Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10:00AM I had my regular weekly session with a highly motivated client who I have been seeing for approximately three months. She has made tremendous progress on her journey and, last week, reached the beginnings of a major crossroad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossroads are an opportunity for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insights&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last week's session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sara (name disguised) shared that she was feeling a lot of nervous energy. She was not afraid of it nor did it impact her daily activities or sleep pattern. She felt it in her upper chest and arms and, when asked "what does it feel like?", she reported... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Like I have to do something and I don't know what it is. The energy seems to be stuck up in my body and it should be going throughout my body so I can keep moving and progressing on my journey."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much discussion, she began to realize that while she has made much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emotional  &lt;/span&gt;progress during the past three months, she has done little to nurture and care for her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;physical &lt;/span&gt;self&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;There was a clear disconnect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested that she act on this insight and a few options were discussed e.g., going to a clinical nutritionist, work with someone she knows who does energy balancing, go for Rolfing, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara's 'homework' was to decide on which of the options was most appealing (or an alternative option) and ACT on it. DO IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yesterday's session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sara was early and since I did not have a 9:00AM, we started about 15 minutes early. She was in a particularly 'up' mood and when probed, shared that she had a major insight and wanted to explore it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has clarity and embraced her emotional journey. She recognizes the need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;integrate&lt;/span&gt; her emotional and physical selves. BUT, she did nothing to act on it. She was frustrated and "clueless" with her lack of "motivation and desire to bring the two together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to explore this new terrain and along the way, Sara's facial expression turned grim and she expressed feelings of fear and, when probed, "terror".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She realized that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt; was preventing her from action. However, she had no idea what the fear was about. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;invited&lt;/span&gt; her to spend some time visiting with her fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lengthy silence, Sara began to cry. No matter how hard she tried, she did not have a clue as to the origin of her fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Verbal wandering" (free-association) yielded little. She appeared &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paralyzed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sara and I have been "charting" her journey on a "map". I took out the maps from previous sessions and placed them before her. She examined them closely and began to smile. Sara pointed to last week's map and ones from the previous weeks and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I totally see that I have traveled far but why am I afraid to make the next step?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered a mathematical metaphor as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If 1 = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt; and another 1 = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;physical, &lt;/span&gt;what does 1 + 1 equal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara replied, "2"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "OK, now tell me what 2 equals? You totally get the equation and each element of it. You have no fear of each component. You are afraid of the #2. What does the #2 symbolize for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolonged silence.. she said, with tears... "Health!"&lt;br /&gt;..."And why are you afraid of being healthy?, I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I don't know how to do it. It is new to me. The times I feel healthy it is like a 'view of heaven' and I have to go back. I can't stay. So it's easier for me not to go there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much time and conversation, she continued, "I don't have the skills to sustain the #2. I could fail. I am afraid to go somewhere when i don't have the risk of falling are big."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered.."When scaling a mountain, the path is never linear to the summit. There are times the team must descend to ascend. There are times you must simply traverse with no up or down movement. You have come to the #2. YOU have to decide what to do. I can assure you that you will not fall off the mountain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara smiled, wiped some tears from her eyes and shared, "I know I am scared and I have been scared before I got through it. What is it you said...Traverse? I am going to see a someone I know this week who does 'bodywork' and see what happens once she works on me. How will I know if the #2 is as scary as I think if I don't face it? But I need to have the physical strength to do it. At least let me get the strength to try. I think this is part of my traverse. Just imagine what's going to happen when I come to the #3!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and said, "Just imagine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Crossroads are indeed an opportunity for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insights&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Acting on your insights in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817987350814600556-6359476094318559198?l=ronarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6359476094318559198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817987350814600556&amp;postID=6359476094318559198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817987350814600556/posts/default/6359476094318559198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817987350814600556/posts/default/6359476094318559198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronarden.blogspot.com/2008/08/metaphor-of-number-2.html' title='&quot;The Metaphor of The Number 2&quot;'/><author><name>Ron Arden, &lt;br&gt;Life Navigator&lt;br&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17728489079025126515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817987350814600556.post-5841557722646549225</id><published>2008-07-16T16:32:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:39:14.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginnings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"If you don't know where you're going, chances are you will end up somewhere else." - Yogi Berra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I would like to offer the 'yang' to Mr. Berra's 'yin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;“If you don’t remember where you came from, how will you know if you ever left?”&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When you can face a single aspect of your anchors to change i.e, where you came from, and take honest steps of transformation, that action becomes immediately evident to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of change, both internal and external must include both trust and intimacy and has the potential to become, on a more global basis, the energy for social transformation in the 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results could be a growing momentum of people who become agents of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we are hindered in the ability to express ourselves emotionally by the limitations of 'the language of emotions'. We adapt to and use the limited vocabulary that we inherited and learned as children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accordingly, it is the language we speak, and the language we translate…when listening to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It is not simply that ‘Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus’…&lt;br /&gt;We are all from planet Earth…&lt;br /&gt;We simply have different lexicons for emotional expression."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817987350814600556-5841557722646549225?l=ronarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5841557722646549225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817987350814600556&amp;postID=5841557722646549225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817987350814600556/posts/default/5841557722646549225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817987350814600556/posts/default/5841557722646549225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronarden.blogspot.com/2008/07/beginnings.html' title='Beginnings...'/><author><name>Ron Arden, &lt;br&gt;Life Navigator&lt;br&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17728489079025126515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817987350814600556.post-7542532984851060811</id><published>2008-04-22T07:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T07:54:35.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Thinking About Nothing" - 19 April 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; font-style: italic;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/i_love_talking_about_nothing-it_is_the_only_thing/153853.html"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none;font-size:9;color:black;"   lang="en-US"&gt;I love talking about nothing. It is the only thing I know anything about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%; font-style: italic;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Oscar Wilde&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;While this is the eleventh Passover Seder preamble in our household, tonight’s preamble is a first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;Over the past ten weeks I have written over 350 pages for a three-night lecture series.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Scribed my father’s eulogy, the eulogy for our dear “Blue Rose Shepherd” Barbara, and an additional two chapters of a children’s story that I began in 1993.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;I will now&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;pause, accept and welcome all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;“you poor baby(s)” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;from all of you gathered here who actually listen to my “poor me’s” …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; font-weight: bold;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;Simply and directly, my creative brain is fried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; font-weight: bold;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;I told my wife and daughter that I did not want, nor could I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;write anything this year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked them for some novel ideas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My daughter's admonishing response was, “Write about anything except death and sickness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You always write about sickness or death.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;I wondered if my preambles were as morose as she perceived them to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being the quintessential researcher, I examined the previous ten preambles for any trending behavior. The data clearly indicates that only three, had illness and death tonalities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;My daughter could argue, “See, that’s a full one-third of them!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;So, I asked her if, this year,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;she wanted to write it with her boyfriend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Due to her enormous school workload, this could not happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, it would have been interesting, albeit unfair, to ask her boyfriend to write one solo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;So, I decided to write about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; font-weight: bold;font-size:12;"  lang="en-US"&gt;NOTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;This idea came to me at 4:00AM this morning as my wife got out of bed to let the dogs out and&lt;br /&gt;attempted to be quiet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not quiet enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But, I did nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;While it was quite warm in the bedroom, when my wife came back to bed, as always, she had cold feet … and a cold butt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I said nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;Thinking about “nothing” at 4:00AM and concurrently trying to go back to sleep is not as easy as you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;I then began to think about what I did that day. Worked; Motorcycle ride to Cold Springs for lunch with my wife and friends; more Passover food preparation; room re-arrangement accompanied by ’my’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; font-weight: bold;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;annual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; font-weight: bold;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;PMS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;(Passover Madness Syndrome).&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%; font-weight: bold;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;NOTHING special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;After some time, nothing else came to mind and I fell back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;The alarm clock went off at 6:00AM and my early morning chores began:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;font-size:9;color:black;"  &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 9.75pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;Make coffee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;font-size:9;color:black;"  &gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 9.75pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;Turn on computer systems&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;font-size:9;color:black;"  &gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 9.75pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;Change water on bird-stands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;font-size:9;color:black;"  &gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 9.75pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;Open chicken coop&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;font-size:9;color:black;"  &gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 9.75pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;Tend to the rabbit “Sarge”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;font-size:9;color:black;"  &gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 9.75pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;Put birds on stand &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;font-size:9;color:black;"  &gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 9.75pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;CAREFULLY wake  my wife&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;font-size:9;color:black;"  &gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 9.75pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;Make and serve her coffee (milk and two sugars), tell her I love her and re-affirm its eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;My daily early ritual—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NOTHING remarkable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 4.8pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;When my daughter was in high school, “Nothing” was the holistic description of her life and activities when&lt;br /&gt;I inquired about them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 4.8pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;Dad...“What’s up, Erin?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 4.8pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;Daughter...“Nothing”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 4.8pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 4.8pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 4.8pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;“Nothing” is the whispered secret between people when you ask, “What did you just say?”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 4.8pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 4.8pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 4.8pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;“Nothing” is the good news I got when I returned from business travels and asked,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Anything happen while I was gone?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 4.8pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 4.8pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 4.8pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;I began to think about what others might say when they think about “nothing”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 4.8pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 4.8pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 4.8pt; line-height: 110%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 110%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;In Shakespeare’s romantic comedy “Much Ado About Nothing”, the two lovers Benedict and Beatrice say much about nothing…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 14pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;BENEDICK&lt;br /&gt;“I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 14pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;BEATRICE&lt;br /&gt;“As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 14pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="en-US" style="font-size:9;"&gt;There are two entire websites dedicated to “nothing”, www.nothing.com &amp;amp; www.nothing.net.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The former writes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:8;"  lang="en-US"&gt;“Nothing is an awe-inspiring yet essentially undigested concept, highly esteemed by writers of an existentialist tendency, but most others regard it with anxiety, nausea, or panic.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 14pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="en-US" style="font-size:9;"&gt;Imagine, “Nothing” is that important.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;Some final thoughts about “nothing”...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt;I get enormously bored and frustrated doing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 1pt; margin-bottom: 1pt; line-height: 125%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-size:9;"  lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:9;"   lang="en-US"&gt;“Nothing” is what I would rather be doing… than being together with friends and family who I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 125%;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"   lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817987350814600556-7542532984851060811?l=ronarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ronarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7542532984851060811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817987350814600556&amp;postID=7542532984851060811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817987350814600556/posts/default/7542532984851060811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817987350814600556/posts/default/7542532984851060811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ronarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/thinking-about-nothing-19-april-2008.html' title='&quot;Thinking About Nothing&quot; - 19 April 2008'/><author><name>Ron Arden, &lt;br&gt;Life Navigator&lt;br&gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17728489079025126515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
