I loved her NOW and then and NOW & ...

You described to me the imminent empty nest.
Staring at each other across the room after 32+ years of marriage, and now, that the kids are gone.. your scared you'll not now what to say.
Well, remember then?
That then that was then NOW? and how it filled all of tomorrow, leaving the NOW breathless and the tomorrow full of promise. And each NOW thereafter fulling that one beautiful moment after the next. That NOW was you, and her. And you are still "you" and "her". That NOW is still NOW. Sure, it sometimes takes a back seat in the midst of then, and the business of here and "now" but ... it does not take to long to stop. To remember. The NOW. It is still here.
But you ask "Will it be the same?". Would it revisit you? Can you bring it back?
Well, if that NOW were not indeed magic, perhaps not. But you remember. It was magic.
And you don't have to try too hard after all. Magic is a bit like that. It lives on its own. It just needs you to be, in the here and the NOW.
Can you ?

Just try.. it'll surprise you.
Breathless.
With tomorrow full of promise.

Mystery robbed

Boy, today do I feel special!
Sometimes I feel like all the mystery and meaning of life can just get reduced to its lowest common denominators.
I don't feel 'human'. I feel like a collection of DNA, hormones, blood, tissue, thoughts, hearts beats, etc..
I don't feel 'alive'. I feel like I breath. Walk. Talk. Mark time to a larger drum of which I have no control
I don't feel 'moved'. I respond to impulses. A kind of evolved "cause and effect". More "effect". Less "cause".

Where is the intrinsic value? What happened to the art in colour?

There is a redeeming hope in this 'reductionalism'. All things reduced are componentised to things we "know", see, feel, touch, or discoverable within the realms of the human experience. By and large. I guess an increasing symptom of the post-learned/enlightenment/modern culture where information is king and knowledge increases at rates that the average person finds both exciting and overwhelming.

A casualty being the mystery of life; as it scuttles to redeem the increasingly remote undusted corners of the rooms of human dominion, or relegated to the fantasies of children, who in due course will uncover its mundanity and allot it along side all other consumerables having served its transient purpose.

So where art thou "Other"? The Great Transcendent. The Wholly Unknowable. Is there more to bits-and-bites in *THE*  Killer App that is both accessible and yet unfathomable in its Genius that leaves us gasping, wondering, wishing, believing, hoping, living, really living? Our lives no longer 'reduced' but 'enlarged' into this "Other". Not as losers of Individuality but as discoverers of Self as threads in the fabric of a wholly wonderful and meaningful work of art.

Every feel like that?