Stephen Hawking…and beyond

Still here…

Read After Burnout

images-528My wife told me that Stephen Hawking had died during the early hours of this morning. She was scrolling the news whilst we sat in bed with our cups of tea. 

It was a death that did not shock. It had been predicted for the best part of forty years. Hs life had become something different from other lives, not because he was famous, highly intelligent, a seer, but because he was a definer of existence.

Incarcerated by his illness, he soared boundlessly beyond the accepted limits of imagination; and then beyond.

Time was afraid of him and kept him longer in this place. Time may well have respected him for his refusal to allow it to dictate his time.

Black holes never die, they simply fade away.

images-529But are still there…

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This is the story of what happened to me when anxiety took a grip. I lost my senses, I lost my job, and I lost me. I then turned to writing to find those things that had gone missing. How can you teach when you believe that education is a business that is failing in its primary remit of helping to create a better society? Indeed, how can you teach when you believe that you have nothing of value to pass on? The book/blog is the story of my recovery from the absolute darkness of the early days. It is an Odyssey through my life over the last twelve months and a retracing of my steps to discover how I found myself there. More than all of that, it is a re-evaluation and a rejoicing of all that which I call life. Happy reading and I hope it helps. There is madness, Everyday Madness, and not all of it comes from within.

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