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He asked his first boss, “What do I do?” She asked him “What do you want to do?” This is really profound.

How many of us do what we want to do in life? So often we do what we think we must do in order to earn a living. We get a job, buy a car and a house and wake up 40 years later.

For many of us, health is still good then, so we have a second chance to ask ourselves that question: What do we want to do? What would do the most good in the world, what would we like to see done to make this a planet hospitable to life?

There is much we can do, yet we spend our years spending our minutes. What do we want to do?

:- Doug.

We can’t know G*d
We can know G*d
We can’t know G*d
We can know G*d
We both can and can’t know G*d

:- Doug.

Conversation is work. It is seldom light and breezy. We are fitting ideas together, generating new, hearing hard stories, facing difficult tasks. Conversation is for work. Conversation is for hearing and hearing again, weaving what we hear, not what we came in with. Conversation is birthing work, and all birthing work is sweat, screaming, tears and blood.

:- Doug.

I do not find conversation always pleasant. Sometimes it is difficult, gut wrenching, down-making, anger promoting. Other times, even after the unpleasant parts, we come to new open land, where something is fresh and possibilities present.

:- Doug.

Conversations have beginning and an end; just now I’m in the muddle!

:- Doug.