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Over the holidays I attended a funeral service for a family acquaintance. Not someone very close, but an individual that seemed on the periphery of many conversations. When talk trailed off to the old neighbourhood, he was the omnipresent ghost. A good ghost; I'll call him Casper for lack of imagination.
Casper's funeral was well-attended, especially considering the social commitments most of us had over the holidays. The eulogy was delivered by a series of his close friends, known to me more by face than by interaction. The short remembrances were revelations. Casper had done much good in his life, specifically after his kids left the roost. For the last 30 years of his active life he was not necessarily a changed person. Rather, he was quiter busy living up to his pontifications on public service, delivered in his youth. He spent the greyer years of his life working intensely for his eulogy. I mean this in the kindest and most appreciative way.
My kids haven't yet broken from the maternal teat, but I've resolved to work toward my eulogy. The path toward the end is (hopefully) far away but it's in sore need of sweeping...


Wife and children. Plus I would like to see Liverpool FC win the English Premierleague before I die.


My greatest concern having raised two sons, one still living and one lost to a freak accident, is to leave an intellectual legacy for the rest of the world. It is not that I have such great thoughts, but that having gone to the work of creating them and refining them, I would like them to have a life beyond me.

Superfluidity is only an attribute, as your post hints. Will you play golf, or tennis?


Superfluidity sounds exactly like the concept of "mastery" that I fell in love with after reading in high school Musashi's Book of Five Rings (a translation aimed at businesspeople wanting to compete better with the Japanese). It is simultaneously the consequence of following a "Way" and perfecting oneself by means of it; paradoxically it is also, in a Buddhist sense, an attribute of our must natural manner of being in the world (but difficult to see or attain because of our egos, needs, desires, fears, and so on). I'm certainly no master, but I still love the idea. One might also call the goal that of being virtuous in a classical Greek sense of the word. Good luck!


This sounds like Csikszentmihalyi's "Flow - The Psychology of Optimal Experience". I've experienced it several times playing sports, in my younger days. Concentration is at it's highest level, you comprehend all aspects of the situation. You know what's going to happen and you make the right moves effortlessly. Then you "wake" up and stumble around trying to get the feeling back again.

It has been a goal of mine for some time now: getting to that state more often, for longer periods and not just in sporting activites.


To notice things, because I've taken the time to really look at them. More difficult than you think, and more worthwhile than you think, also.

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