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  So, of course the 'religious moralists' and the 'guardians of the prophets, the scribes, the disciples, et al' will declare this to be sacrilegious, blasphemous, and so son.  And yet, is it not right and proper, is it not prudent that the question should be posed?  The question being this : Should us humans not deify, make unto us A God of Google. Google the Search Engine and Apparent Receptacle  of most, if not all Accumulated  Knowledge? Experientially, there is a great deal of evidence for arguing that, Google The Search Engine and Possessor of seemingly all Knowledge, is worthy of being made into, and, if needs be, worshipped as a God, if not the God of us humans?  Yes, it is the case that Google will not actually do things per say for us, when we turn to 'It' in times of our need.  With the required level and kind of infrastructure, we have to leave the doing to the robotics army. However, to a significant extent, Google will, more often than not, guide u

     Or 'I will not allow you to live without me', in reference to the other partner.  Thus one of the embittered partner begins to plot how he/she, but more often, he, is going to destroy the other partner, and, sometimes, their children.  The latter being a sickness and callousness which we do not find in, say, the relationship between lions.  Because, although a lion destroys the cubs of the mother's previous suitor, pursuance of getting the lioness to have its own cubs, it probably will only rarely kills its own cubs.  In this regard, whereas the lion kills to induce the lioness to have its own offspring. The hurt and enraged man will sometimes kills his own child/ren to as an act of 'punishing' their mother for leaving him. And then, there is 'the war thing about some or most men.' Why are men so apparently prone to cause conflict?  Us men, it appears, are inherently and genetically pre-set to cause and initiate violent conflict. It is in our genes, in

  And while all of this is slowing being done, and the dead are being registered on the basis of 'first died, first registered', so must my dear mother do her bit and remain in the queue of the dead.  Just as well that the dead, as far as us the living are able to ascertain, are no longer able to be cognisant of their or their bodies' predicament.  That they are no longer able to perceive that their temporary, though for us, the living, seemingly overdue tenancy in a mortuary, as they await, as it were, their final or near permanent place of rest.  Oh that my dear mother, like others in her position, should have to contend, or not, with what seems to me, an indignity.  One which I can only but hope, will not be too drawn out, as the queue in front of her diminishes, and gives way to her turn.    Today is the second week since my son and I have had the experience of witnessing the passing of my dear mother, and his dear grandmother's passing.  And yes, as I write this po

  Jupiter Over The Moon. As she had already lost the cognition and level of comprehension she would have needed to make the event a meaningful for her, my dear mother. I could end at this point, the point where I am no longer able to hold court, to spend time in the physical presence of my dear mother. As she is now no longer among us who continue to breathe autonomously.  But, in truth, the journey still has some way to go, because she is yet to be buried.  Though that must await the processing of the due protocols and laws of the country which has been her home for the past two decades.  There is also the early stages of the varied emotional and psychological journey which we must travel to be able to accommodate and/or assimilate.   Before we can be sufficiently healed, following the passing of a loved one. York, UK. These practicalities which must, of necessity, be dealt with, have to be attended to before the families and friends who will be mourning and grieving for the lost of m

  Tenby, Wales/ The place where some people say eternal peace is to be found, and others say ones existence as a conscious being is obliterated and ceases to exist.  The place where still others, such as those who believe in 'life after death', those who believe that the dead is warehoused in a state of suspension and await the 'Day of Judgement', alluded to. Yes, if I were to think too much and too deeply of it, would not I soul becomes more saddened and my mind, my reflective thoughts become more conflicted?  As I reflect on how my dear mother did, seemingly, had to experience some, probably too much mental and physical anguish before she could pass on to that place where pain and consciousness have been banished?   As I recall the day my dear mother expired, as she was held by her hands, by my son and I, in our attempt to comfort her in her final 15-30 minutes of life.  As she laid on her back, with her head leant towards her grandson, and eyes somewhat partly closed

  And now she is back living in her apartment, even though it be at the cost of me having to spend continuous nights with her.  With me, as it were, having to make most of the hands-on family's contribution towards the care package.  Which is probably as should have been expected. As it was I who had argued for my mother's return to her own apartment.   When others might, would, even if reluctantly, have gone ahead with her having been placed in a care or nursing facility.  And so do I carry a burden which can sometimes be a heavy load.  But at the same time, I value and derive much satisfaction from sharing this time of solace, of humility and quiet contemplation and poignancy with my dear mother.  In what seems and could be her final few weeks or months of life with us.  Well might I be being sentimental, but I am finding this period of playing 'carer' to my dear mother.   To be partly a matter of making amends for or reciprocating the years she had spent caring for m

  These factors have, probably understandably, though rather frustrating and challenging for me, as the person with primary overall responsibility for my dear mother, as I now possess lasting power of attorney for her.  Because, when the system says or demands that those who fall within it brief should be process according to its protocols and procedures, it is not easy for a lowly individual to hold and stand by a contradictory or opposing position.  How can one, when you know only too well, that if your; my opposing position is allowed to carry the day, and things were later to fall apart, as it were.  How well would I be able to defend my position against those who would argue that, 'it was my fault?   That I had gone against the advise of the professionals, and even family members who had argued for the alternative option?  Who had argued that it was clear that my dear mother would not have been able to be safely cared for in her own home, and should have been placed in a care