Changes

If you can keep your head when all about you
   Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
   But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
   Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
   And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
   If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
   And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
   Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
   And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;
Kipling -2 Stanzas.

With a bitter sweet eye to the future I have moved from my shop & farm. Ive spent weeks stuffing steel into arks to guard against the coming flood. Those around me refuse to move, they won't leave, they can't. 
The goals I'd had for the glass business to be portable are coming true, today we talk of Florida and sweet goals. Tomorrow I pack and the next we fly to New Zealand. The long white cloud, sounds peaceful. That is where we are going. I need to have all my affects in order before I come unglued. This has been the challenge of a lifetime: its divorce equal in stress to the one I survived once before with girl named Taylor. Look how the sun shined after that, flowers will agin grow in scorched fields of regret and told.ya.so. 
Time my greatest teacher.
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