Today is pristine. 70 degrees with blue sky and fluffy clouds. The Old Man set forth for a Woods Walk. The clouds winked and grinned their approval. I am a reformed political junkie who is much happier when little is heard about the subject. Words of hate and malice make the Old Man weak. There is a cause in life, and it is not lying and seeing how many people you can beat out of their Constitutional Rights, and how to receive from the poor their last farthing to give to the king. Medieval days had a term for this philosophy…Vassal.

We love and care for our bodies. We feed and wash them and make sure we eat well. We shudder to consider that our bodies are dying while we live. I was overjoyed when MJ and I bought our new Subarus five years ago. It was a treat for the Old Man, who had purchased a few new cars. Yet now they show wear and age. Now one will soon have 70 thousand miles on it, while the other, MJ’s Subaru, has under 10 thousand. When we go somewhere, we go in the Old Man’s Subaru. The physical is ephemeral and all returns to entropy.

The finest clothing becomes tattered and torn. We homeowners, understand that our largest purchase must be maintained each year, yet entropy can be seen. Could it be that we are souls encased in a servicable vehicle called a body? I saw this realization in the French Quarter. The Old Man saw people who understood that they were more than their bodies.

We are Smoke encased in flesh. When we die, the Smoke rises upward, and the vehicle of conveyance lies upon the bed. A good vehicle that served us well. All vehicles rust out and cease to function as they get old.

The music was etheral in the French Quarter. People who had suffered the stones of a cold society rejoiced as if it had not happened. The music brought tears to the Old Man’s eyes. ‘There is more to life than is revealed on the surface,’ the Old Man said. ‘A spiritual connection that is not written in a church manual or set down by authoritarian government,’ the Old Man continued. ‘Souls know souls and spirits know spirits,’ the Old Man revealed. ‘Our Earthly time is but a snapshot of reality,’ the Old Man proclaimed. ‘We think we have scratched the surface of God’s love for us when in reality man has not seen the gifts that God has for his creation,’ the Old Man danced.

‘The Earth dwellers are unhappy when they could be joyful,’ Michael the Angel said. ‘We try to convince them to look beyond their circumstances to the rest of eternity, but often with little success,’ Michael GA said. ‘They understand the concept of the Spirit is the real reality in the French Quarter, Michael GA noted. ‘The music and song and dance touch our hearts, and we join in,’ Michael exclaimed. ‘I love the manner that the people of the French Quarter can transmit the etheral through their music and song,’ Michael GA said with a tear in his eye.