Time heals griefs and quarrels for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.

In times of change learners inherit the earth while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists.

It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting for in movement there is life and in change there is power.

When we are no longer able to change a situation - we are challenged to change ourselves.

I want a car that will last 10 years or longer because I totally hate the process of researching shopping for a new car and then haggling for the price. I wish I could just snap my fingers and my car is there.

I listen to KCRW in the car and Pandora radio which I stream through the stereo from my iPhone. I've been listening to everything from Caribou to Conway Twitty. If I'm going on a longer car ride I'll download some podcasts.

When you read about a car crash in which two or three youngsters are killed do you pause to dwell on the amount of love and treasure and patience parents poured into bodies no longer suitable for open caskets?

Police departments no longer have to pay overtime or divert resources from other projects to find out where an individual goes - all they have to do is place a tracking device on someone's car or ask a cell phone company for that individual's location history and the technology does the work for them.

The American Dream has run out of gas. The car has stopped. It no longer supplies the world with its images its dreams its fantasies. No more. It's over. It supplies the world with its nightmares now: the Kennedy assassination Watergate Vietnam.

And suddenly I realised that I was no longer driving the car consciously. I was driving it by a kind of instinct only I was in a different dimension.