At that moment when John Lennon settled his voice on the back of a dove and released it to the world, could he have possibly imagined that all these years later, I would be here in my office imagining us imagining him?

Thank you for annoying neighbours, for they allow us to practise our ability to love.

As everybody knows, a humungous thing happened on Sunday, July 20th, 1969, at exactly 4:17:41 E.D.T. The 'Eagle' has landed. Bingo. Just like that. Man became an alien.

Everybody knows, a humungous thing happened on Sunday, July 20th, 1969 at exactly 4:17E.D.T. The 'Eagle' has landed. Bingo. Just like that. Man became an alien.

How can growing up really be about falling down?

I doubt I would use the word ‘casualty’. There is nothing casual about killing.

Such is the dilemma of the atheist. Who to thank? It’s a terrible condition, to feel one’s heart swelling with the wonders of our world and yet have nobody to thank for it. It makes a man feel thwarted.

I learned that adults were not soaring gods, but rather back-yard birds with broken wingtips.When you are thirteen, about to free-fall into the real world, discovering the broken wingtips is terrifying.

Was the dementia of old age a blessing in disguise? No more thoughts. No more damage inflicted. No more memories of damage survived.

Blessing Number One. Thank you for getting old because it means you are getting to live.