Drop by drop the snow pack dies, watering the arid lands below. |
My response to the Leading Journal entry by Jay's debut novel is out now! for September 25, 2008. My thoughts "like a piece of fruit in a Caravaggio" are related to each other only because they in the same container, my mind. This morning, my thoughts are variegated threads of randomness; crazy tangled unconnected threads moving through my brain ******** A friend, now passed into the next world, once said: "The things I worried about never happenedd, the things that happened were so far off the wall that I would never have considered worrying about them." Sometimes that's the way with my worries. At other times the things I worried about did happen, but they were never as bad as the way I envisioned them. ******** I have a tendency to second guess decision, I can do nothing about. I should on myself, which can be a very messy thought process. It's probably a good thing, that I can't go back and change my decisions after I've made them and put them into action. If I could the space-time continuum would be as screwed up as I think my life is sometimes. ******** I have worries, I have fears, every human being has fears and worries, but most people don't obsess on them or do they. Maybe there's a really good reason we can't read other peoples' minds most of the time. ******** My worries and fears are vain imaginings, illusions meant to distract me from my purpose in life; my purpose in life is to know, love and woship God. ******** I have a tendency to shoot myself in the foot, figuratively. Most people call it sabatoge, but that doesn't really explain the way I do it. |