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MEASURELESS LIFE
Sunday  Aug. 31, 2014
 
 
This journey has no mass, no volume. 
 
Can’t measure with a scale. Or cup. Can’t track it on odometer or speedometer. Charge it gives can’t be measured on voltmeter. Resistance to it can’t be measured by ohmmeter. 
 
If it can’t be measured, does it exist?
 
How we measure, or value, defies logic.
 
But makes it no less real.
 
Journey = energy.
 
That fails us, distractions  … well, they distract us, false trails, dead ends, roadblocks and detours. When it ends we won’t know or be left wondering, ‘what happened?’  Not that ‘the end’ shouldn’t be considered, respected and avoided – but there isn’t much point worrying about it, is there?
 
This journey is short, or long – a relative term. In terms of time, earth-time, universe-time, we are here but a moment. Compared to something that lives for a week, or a day, our lives – our journey, is an enormously long one filled with endless opportunity.
 
Whether you are one to go to building each weekend where religion is dispensed – or if you are like me, heading off to a golf course this morning – we all need to seek our place of comfort with ourselves, with our world and our journey. 
 
Paths we travel can be just that – paths. Sidewalks, or trodden earth in the woods. They can be nicely groomed fairways approaching beautifully manicured, greens – we are just as likely to stray off course, often finding ourselves saying ‘anybody seen my ball?’.
 
Life is a ball. 
 
Have it. 
 
Have it all. 
 
Don’t slow down, don’t stop, don’t even think about missing a minute of this joy.
 
Can’t measure it, but it is real.
 
 
 
 
Mark Kolke
column written/ published from Calgary
 
morning walk:  8C / 47F, chilly breeze, moody sky (but clearing off), freight train rumbling as we sprinted along, Gusta a constant miracle of paw-eye coordination, never tripping …
 
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NO EASY RIDE
Another goodie. My wife is now reading these. She asked me if you were going to publish all these musings some day? I replied: "I think publishing a compilation of Mark's Musings is indeed one of Mark's goals and might well make him very happy and flush", RT, Vancouver, BC

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