I was thinking…what is really real? I mean, should we really consider it the solid truth just because we’re told to? Or is truth just another tool that we’ve failed at? I mean, can we even fully comprehend truth?

I was watching TV and some people are actually able to make diamonds…

Unkept political promises.

Opportunity knocks only once and we may never have it twice for we may never pass this way again.

I was inspired to write this while trying to help Margaret find her inspiration for a poem. She had a few words, “King” “Hill” and “Tree” and this is what my mind came up with. "Golgotha" is the name of the hill the crucification of Christ took place on.

Poem.

Based on hundreds of science fiction movies and episodes I’ve watched since the 1960s.

A return of the beginning.

Everything you see, hear, feel, smell, or touch is because of His glory.

The modern world.