create

Keep moving, folks, nothing to see here. 

Nothing to read or hear, move along, please.

Sitting, 4th floor waiting area by Elevator E just outside Surgical ICU at Sacred Heart Hospital, Pensacola. Sometime Friday, first child and oldest daughter Malinda suffered a ruptured cerebral aneurysm at home, found comatose early evening, 911, taken to ER, diagnosed and transferred to Sacred Heart, leaving Panama City by midnight ambulance as skies were too stormy for helicopter. Upon arrival, immediate examination, tests and diagnosis. Critical. Neurological surgical procedure Saturday morning by a highly skilled neurosurgical team, survived 50/50 odds. Overnight scans and X-ray. Ray slept in room. Sunday morning bit of improvement, more scans, testing for eyes, awareness, movement, for ability to self-breathe if taken off ventilator. Prognosis: hopeful though strictly day to day. Repaired ruptured aneurysm requires yet another procedure before done. Ahead: weeks of day to day. Then a second aneurysm to address.

In all this I’m remembering as I learn. Nothing ingenious, some obvious, psychological or theological. I remember, regardless of our self-esteem, all we, like the earth from which we came and to which we shall return, are material. Living beings, material things. Stuff, we are stuff. Stuff breaks. Wears out. Is used up. None is exempt. For all our cranial synapses, information processing capacity, self-awareness, loving, hating, warring, peaceful nature, we are as create as the grass, herbs, trees yielding fruit, winged fowl, monsters of the deep, cattle, creeping things, beasts of the earth. We are but create. Dust.

Remember that you are dust, … . 

Remember? Remember: an anxious father can think of nothing else.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I …

בָּרָא

DThos+ far downstream in +Time+