In this Journal, I will attempt to strip away my protective veneer to view and communicate honestly what the truth is as I perceive it. My intent is to grow, for without an honest evaluation of the truth, how else can one fully absorb life's more difficult lessons and benefit by them. If I do this in secret, then I am still hiding behind a protective veneer, so it is being published online. If you find this Journal, you are welcome to read it and hopefully grow from it as well. If you like, you can also share some of your own lessons in life.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

The Wisdom Of Solomon

This week, my wife Anne and I visited the Book Depository in Dallas adjacent to where President Kennedy was killed in 1963.

The Depository is now a museum, and we had a prepaid 10 am appointment. From our hotel, we took a cab for the five minute ride.

Our driver was Solomon, a 20-something man from the African nation of Eritrea. He had no idea where this famous landmark is and used his cell phone GPS to try to find it.

Unfortunately, we got lost and after repeatedly failing to find it, I snapped at Solomon and had him bring us back to our hotel, where a car and driver took us immediately to the Depository.

In Solomon's cab, Anne had remained calm the whole time, but I was terribly rude to him, and when he got us back to the hotel, it was clear his feelings were hurt and his self-confidence harmed by my impatience and rudeness.

Thursday, September 29, 2016

With Love To All

Last night a profound change took place in my life, as spiritual beings communicated with me and took me on a journey of discovery.

Monday, September 26, 2016

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Ikaika Pre-School Photo

The end of May, 2016 Anne's and my 3-year-old grandson Ikaika was photographed with his dad Kyle in pre-school.


Anne Kazan, Honolulu, August, 2016

This photo of Anne was taken by our son Kyle in a jewelry store next to our hotel. Notice the pendant Anne is wearing, a pendant we subsequently bought.


Sunday, August 28, 2016


All of us will die, for that is part of life. But we deny our pending deaths, and those of our loved ones, as we seek permanence here, in a world that offers no permanence. Why do we do this? We do it out of fear of the unknown, and in our fear we forget that we existed before we came here and will exist afterward, for matter is never destroyed, it transforms.


Saturday, August 27, 2016


Buddhist monks avoid attachment to people, places or things, even as they have reverence for all of life.

But many of the rest of us fall in love, marry and have children, all of whom we become attached to. We do this despite everyone knowing that each life is brief, and a parting will always take place.