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When my daughter was 5 years old, we had a discussion on power while we were heading to school. This was another chapter in a normal exchange between us, where she would ask me deep question about the world and life in general, and I would do my best explaining to her a view that could be as objective as possible. Sometimes my views were more subjective than objective, depending on the subject that we were talking about. On this particular day, it required a holistic approach, or at least the best that I could give.  The conversation started out with questions related to government. Admittedly, I have slept a few times since then, so I cannot say that I remember the conversation completely. What I do remember was that the conversation took a turn toward what power can do to people. I remember telling my daughter that great old phrase from Uncle Ben: "With great power comes great responsibility." My daughter didn't quite understand it, so I explained it.  I said, ...

  I was going to write something else, but this became more warranted given it has been a few weeks… One of the biggest problems that I have is routine. I hate routine. I think that routine is the devil. As a kid I found that it was something that made it easier for my parents to know where I was so that they could make me do the chores that I didn't want to do and that they were fully capable of doing themselves. As I got older, it turned into a feeling of keeping it frosty so that the "Man" could not find you ( naive wasn't I ). Then in young adulthood, I hated routine just simply because I could never know what was going to happen, and I should just go with the flow of the day and let things happen as they may. And as I continue my long journey toward old age, I find that the more and more I am taxed with chores and work and honey-do's and events and appointments that a routine is rearing its ugly head again in my life. Simply put, it is as if I am the da...