"What is your name??"

That could be a song, that could be my song, because oftentimes people ask me what is my name and where am I from. Not to be rude, crude, or to show an attitude; but I will often reply with a familiar refrain; "my name is Larry, spelled 'B-o-b,' and some people have said that I am from out of this world."

Larry is the name that was christened upon the hull of this old ship upon my birth, by my mother and my father, in a joint exercise; it was my very first Birth-day present and it came wrapped in pretty packaging with a colorful bow on top!! My middle name was there too, anchored in the center, halfway between the beginning and the end; and it still shines brightly today in the darkness of this old world, it is Ray; a drop of golden sun, a name that I call myself. .  .

Rays always travel in a straight line and they go in only one direction, forward; until they encounter a solid object, at which time they will either bounce off (reflect), bend (refract), or get absorbed and converted into heat and/or cause chemical changes (photosynthesis). This is where the massive solar-power-energy-source of the sun brings forth all Life on planet Earth; the sun warms the soil, it melts the snow, feeds the plants to grow, and yields the crops for harvesting, packaging, distribution, and feeding of the five thousand and beyond; all from one little Ray. "Thanks Mom!!"

Rays also shine the light, illuminate the story, create shadows of doubt, and produce many mighty mirages, like the puddles of water standing off in the distance on the shimmering hot Highways to Heaven. The rainbow after the storm represents the Greatest Promise of all time; it turns out that the storm was not the end after all; it was only the beginning to something brand-new; a lighter, brighter, and more beautiful future. Thanks, Ray, for pointing the Way!! "Careful now that you don't slip and fall on that puddle of water!!"