Recalled to Life
Recalled to Life

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
— Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
f all the times to be born and to live in, the present is surely the best … for the prospects of a healthier future and life extension, at last, are growing to critical mass. That is not to say that these times are without turmoil, or that any course into the future is without travail. The future, alas, is conditional … but then, so is life.

In all seasons, along with darkness there is light, for the sword of reason is double edged. Tarnished by the foolishness of a blind belief in entropy—the notion that the universe is winding down—or polished by the idea of an extropic existence, in which the horizons of life are unbounded and grow endlessly, only you can determine your itinerary into the future.

Despite the war in Iraq, the threat of terrorist apocalypse, and the pap that passes for political wisdom, here within the winter of despair is the season of content. As the fading light of the year retreats to its nadir, out of tradition we vacate the everyday chaos of the outer world to celebrate the inner world of the solstice, the calm in the eye of the storm. We honor the values of civilization, delight in the eyes of a child, celebrate the abundance of productivity, and toast the brilliance of inventiveness … while gathering around us our loved ones, our families, and our friends.

As a measure of contentment, we bring into our homes evergreen branches, to which we attach jewel-like ornaments. Their reflective facets glitter through the dark, sparked by log flame. Through this annual ritual, we surmount despair and revisualize lifetimes of yuletide spice, burgeoning garlands, contagious laughter, and radiant love … largely oblivious, within the idyll of the season, to pain or disappointment or fear or war … or death.

We adorn our hope while the year draws to a close with visions of peace and uninterrupted progress. Within the calm of the season, we never doubt that nature is good, or that even when torched by fire, it is always renewed.

May you experience good cheer throughout this holiday season and good health in the many years to come. Let the season of peace be your recall to life.

Seasonal wishes to all of you
From all of us here at Life Enhancement

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