Sweet circle of birth and death spins and spins. I spent some time this afternoon with a young man who I have come to care deeply about and respect greatly. After more than a year of success against a usually fatal kind of brain tumor, he is beginning to lose ground - the tumor to grow fast again. They have not given up hope - are trying a different chemo drug. His first baby is due in October. I also talked today with a young woman who found out she was pregnant with her first child a few days after her mother committed suicide. And my own daughter and her husband are trying for a new pregnancy while still grieving their little daughter Mira, who died unborn. All the balance, birth and death, renders be quiet inside - pensive. Who knows the number of our days? No one. Best to work on quality.