Biographical Q

What's the meaning of life?

The meaning of life is to seek after that which is extremely important to you--- and then spend the rest of your life searching for the reason why most of the rest of the world disagrees with you.

What is your philosophy of writing?

I write because I can, it’s my way of being free. For me, freedom is about creativity and production, and it’s also about producing quality (it's true, writing is an art learned through writing and writing and writing and—it gets better over time, but it helps if, within your chosen context, your writing makes sense.

Describe how it FEELS to have GOD in your life?

Never alone—Purposeful—Guided—Secure--Content Beyond Circumstances

I was not expecting it to happen--that day when God entered my life. My life changed after that. The small "me" opened into an expanse I have yet to fully grasp. Here' a description of that very special day when I experienced God (while riding my bicycle down from a Big Horn Mountain pass into Ten Sleep Canyon and the valley below) some 35 years ago. Thanks for the question.

On wings of light, sailing down the mountain, I lost all feelings of attachment and weight. The farther down into the canyon I went the more I was filled with the overwhelming beauty of the place. I felt transparent to my surroundings. It was at that time, in the beauty of it all, when suddenly, as if a chair had been pulled out from under me, I felt the contours of my body (my exteriors) collapse. What was left of me after that was/is impossible to describe, but it felt like this: “It was Wow! Amazing! I was upside down and inside out.”

A feeling of “grasping,” of “being engaged” substituted for what used to be my body; but even that connection, that subject-object connection, was extraordinarily strange because I felt it from the outside – in, not from the inside – out. I did not fight it. I just let it happen. In that joyous trembling, throbbing, moment, zooming down the mountain, with a warm wind in my face and unbelievable beauty everywhere, I metamorphosed into an infinite array of connection with my environment. I had no idea as to what had just happened to me, but it was a fantastically passionate experience. There was no anxiety, fear, or negatives of any kind in it. I had never felt that way before (nor probably will again).

As I reached the valley below, I knew that if I died right then and there, it would be okay. From the vantage point of being inside my outside environment death had no meaning. It was an illusion. Once I had gotten outside of myself, once I became entwined within the environment, the Truth that death was an illusion was everywhere apparent. When I started peddling again it was as if I was peddling in a dream. It took a while to come down, to come down some, but never all the way.