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  All you need is the required internet access and the smart device to communicate with Google. You ask questions, be they difficult ones, profound or silly ones, of Google, and you get a response.  Your response will be relevant and in real time, and there is unlikely to be anything 'mysterious' about how that response is conveyed or communicated to you.  You will not have to 'wonder' or 'contemplate' on whether a particular event, phenomenon or circumstance which occurred shortly, or even some considerable time after you asked your question, was or could have been the 'answer' 'God' has given to your question.  As appears to be the modus operandi of how that other 'human-made' but unproven and mythical 'God' is believed to conduct business.  No, there will no mysticism, conjecture or self-or-other deception about the answers Google will provide to your questions.  No having to resort to 'the Gospel', to ancient scripture

  Looked at from a philosophical perspective, I am able to contemplate my dear mother's passing and pending proverbial 'putting to rest', from the rather consoling position of knowing this.  That, although her physical body is now being subjected to destruction by time, she is impervious to any hurt or pain.  Even as I, probably somewhat rudely as it were, am made more acutely aware of the need, the urgency to live my own life and endeavour to enjoy it. While I, like others amongst the living, await our turn to go over the edge. But for now, let us focus on the unfinished affairs of my dear and now departed mother, as her family, with the indispensable assistance of others, make the necessary arrangements for 'sending her off.'  Not for her the spectacular and fiery send off a Viking notary, as those of us who have seen The Vikings, for instance, which is a film which I believed my dear mother would have seen and most probably enjoyed.  For though it really is the c

  For us, the living, times does not really go by; it is us who expires. Therefore it is incumbent upon us that we do enjoy the time and space which we occupy, for oh, such a brief moment in the evolution of time and space.

  But is it 'normal' or 'abnormal'? Well, that might be a question which is best left for those who have observed and studied the subject as a profession.  It is not a straightforward matter, as ones, including my own reactions to the death of my dear mother could and might change over time.  I guess that what might matter most, at this time, for now, is not so much what our reactions are.  But rather the impact of those reactions on our, my and others health and social functioning.  Whether the consequences are detrimental or healing. It is within the realm of what we tend to call, unfinished business; finding closure, if such a state can ever really achieved by us mortals.  Yes, I, if I really think of it, ponder on it for any length of time, am really occupying a state of suspended reality, as I await the burial of my dear mother.  And thought this state can prove uncomfortable for me, when I ponder on the reality or fact of my dear mother's body being kept refri

  Or, was Kazaliwa the more relieved and excited one? The one who was most elated at having his own place, at last, and of being free, relatively, of the oversight, the 'nagging', the tentativeness of his parents?  Parents who might, indeed, certainly had his best interests, and, yes, their own, inasmuch at both overlapped, in mind.  But who had been living under the yoke of high anxiety for too long, to not be able to still feel it, even after it has been partially removed from their proverbial shoulders.  Parents who have carried their private burden around for too long, for them to not be feeling it on their shoulders, even when it is no longer physically there.  And so it was 'D-Day' when Kazaliwa walked out of his parents' home. Of course, they were to visit him often and provided him with necessary support.  Similarly, he would continue to visit them and maintain their relationship. Kazaliwa had, of course, developed his cooking skills while he was incarcerate

  They may say it is no more than a devise which is empowered by our human capacity, and that it is not 'divine.'  And yes, Google is not 'divine' in the sense that its power is ascertainable and comes from our human acquired knowledge, and not out of some magical apparition.  As the religious orthodoxy which has been passed down through the centuries to us, explains their 'God' and the origin of 'divinity.' But the power of Google is real. It is practical and it can be demonstrated. Google makes a difference, whereas our 'orthodox gods' are not, of their own accord, able to make any difference to the human condition.  Our 'orthodox gods' are not able to respond to our cries or appeal for help.  And so it is not unsurprising that they should not be able to help us in a timely fashion; they are not able to help us, period.  As it were. Not so with Google, which is able to responds to us in a helpful way, and in a timely manner. We do not h

  And so it is doing, as the family now busily set about making the required contacts and set about making the arrangements for my/our dear mother, grandmother, great grandmother's funeral.  The practical aspects of dealing with the death/passing of my dear mother are now well on their way to being completed.  The place which has been her home for the past 7 years or so, is now quite different, as her belongings are removed and given to members of her family and others.  And now, her once inviting, comfy and friendly home is now as empty as it once was, when she first moved and set about making it into 'her home.'  As it was when she moved into, it is now waiting to be claimed and made the home of the person who will become its second tenant. Hillside Primary/Secondary School, Back in the Day! But all is not, or ever was as it might seem or appear, because, while all of the rushing about, this attempt to absorb myself into this physicality stage of the bereavement and grief