At the end of this month, I'm going to Alaska for a week-long vacation. I can't wait ... to see the great open skies. The vastness of the land, the chill in the air that pierces the skin and reminds you that you're still so very much alive. I want to fish. Maybe challenge a sea otter to a one-on-one fight to the death. Who would you put your money on, me or the otter? What's up sea otter? Who's your daddy? Time to meet your maker buddy.  You appoint darkness and it becomes night,  In which all the beasts of the forest prowl about.  The young lions roar after their prey  And seek their food from God.  You turn man back into dust  And say, "Return, O children of men."  For a thousand years in Your sight  Are like yesterday when it passes by,  Or as a watch in the night.  You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep;  In the morning they are like grass which sprouts anew.  In the morning it flourishes and sprouts anew;  Toward evening it fades and withers away.  For He Himself knows our frame;  He is mindful that we are but dust.  As for man, his days are like grass;  As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.  When the wind has passed over it, it is no more,  And its place acknowledges it no longer.  But the lovingkindness of the LORD  is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him,  And His righteousness to children's children. Happy birthday to Byung Rhee! He's turning 22 today!