Returned home from our holiday in Crete on Tuesday. Two weeks, in which we renewed acquaintance with some lovely friends and visited interesting places. Early on, passages from Ecclesiastes echoed in my memory.

We had a visit from Athena on our first weekend. Athena is a very attractive young lady, with whom I have occasionally contacted via Facebook. We hadn't seen her for three years, but she seemed unchanged from the bubbly outgoing girl we had previously known. I commented that...

hello fellow arcanum cafe members
I have been away but now am back.
hoping to be posting more soon.
school is starting so I will not have a five year old under foot all day long. daughter is healing nicely from her double surgery
I am healthy, happy and typing away.
soon to post more and more and more. LOL going crazy without posting.
Take care and may the school be full of new experiences

Yesterday evening I took my blind friend on her monthly pilgrimage to walmart. I found sanctuary in the university coffee house while the walmart staff took her on her processional through the store.

We arrived back at her house after dark. I assisted her in putting away her groceries. As I prepared to depart we stood in her doorway saying our goodbyes. She turned off the light leaving us in darkness. She asked me to let her hug me. I replied that I couldn't see her. She answered...

There's often confusion in the conversations between Joyce and her youngest sister, because her son in law has the same name as me. Any statement beginning with phrases like "Tony's behaving like an idiot" seems to follow with discussion of one of my faults, regardless of the identity of the perpetrator. If it genuinely is me, then it seems fair enough, but when it's the other Tony I seem to discover how much we men have in common.

He's not at all like me, of course. He's...

Drugs? the answer to the theoretical chemical imbalance which causes me to hate myself is drugs? It sounds a bit off don't you think? I've taken drugs in a self medicating effort to eradicate whatever "this" is. I took those bouts of incomprehensible bliss for what they were, a naturally unachievable fabrication of euphoric love. Artificial as those moments may have been nothing ever felt quite more real. Sensations heighten but the physical enlightenment pales in comparison, I have been...