It has always fascinated me that someone who lays bricks should be called a bricklayer.  To go from the universal to the particular i.e. someone who lays bricks is to speak only of one particular that exists within the universe which is that someone.  To think that someone lays bricks and that someone is a bricklayer is to think very little.  For, the laying of bricks neither adequately describes the particular of that someone's being nor does it very likely represent that universe. And, because I have laid many bricks, and blocks, and stones, I know that I and you are more than bricklayers.

 

It is a pleasant event in my life to offer this poetry to you for your reading.  The writings represent the experience and mind of one who has lived almost eight decades in Canada.  Of course we might not be as “finished” as our European friends and perhaps it is the boundless geography of the land itself that leads us to expand our thoughts as though to fill it's emptiness with our own presence.  So, where it follows that some thoughts might be overstated, hence run from substance to vacuity, please forgive me.

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