Identify what we do. We seek others of like mind. I was speaking with the nice Park Attendant yesterday and enjoyed our mutual affection for the beauty of the Woods. Cities are fascinating but the loss of nature’s splendor is a great loss to the city dwellers. At times I wonder if we have fashioned for ourselves a bit of a false existence. We have the joy of striving for success and heaven knows that the struggle to make a living is a time-consuming proposition. Offices are our workplace in today’s world. Office politics can be deadly.

We visited the Catacombs at Palermo, Sicily and I vividly recall seeing the dead dressed in their best clothes and lying along the walls of the grave site with the remnants of their earthly bodies on full display. It was a jarring experience. A little girl was perfectly preserved and looked as if she was asleep and would soon awake to ask us what we were looking at. We were so close to them that you could easily reach out and touch them…I did not feel the urge to do so. Most appeared as if they did not realize the moment that death overtook them.

Pastor Kerry sent us a note from NPR that spoke of the increase of folks who claim no religious affiliation. How did this happen? Have our faith communities not done their job? Is life among the catacombs frozen us in a death smile that masks our reality?

A savior we seek. A strong man who will proclaim what we must do and will take the pesky thought process away from us so that we may be afforded additional time in our manufactured reality.

Truth has become a malleable concept. Truth is what serves our needs at the moment its utilization will benefit us the most. Time is a precious commodity. We seek more of it or at least the power to slow it down. Busy we are while we tilt at windmills. Tomorrow we will set our minds on the research of hard subjects. 

Feelings are conditional. Ours are important. Others we can not be concerned with. If they have made the wrong life decisions it is on them…we have our hands full making our own wrong decisions. We hate the immigrants and want them to return to where they came from. We are immigrants…

Question, we must those whose moral compass is not synchronized with ours…do not open our closet…it has been some time since we cleaned it. 

‘I shall wear my tuxedo this evening for the Ball,’ He Said.

‘My new gown will make a statement at the festivities…it is my most flattering dress,’ She said.

‘My Priestly robe shall be an attention getter at the Kings Celebration…all will defer to me…as a man of God,’ Priest said.

‘Women can not resist my charms…I have the ‘Kavorka-like, Kramer,’ Romantic said with a wicked wink.

‘Today I am a married woman and I will wear my wedding dress,’ Bride said.

‘God created me in his image…and I will never change,’ Rosalee said…

‘Why is it so dark in here and dank…and I can not see the reason for us all lying down when it is a Ball…’ Cassanova said…