Written all over my poker face

If the rest of the day is to go any better

And.

It is true what “they” say about curiosity, the cat and death.

I am dead.

Or in the throes of being killed.

Well. So. I might as well enjoy it, huh?

Yes.

No.

Maybe.

The last-meal-kinda-enjoyment before death befalls me and I cannot remember my right from my left, my head from my thoughts, reality from influential saturation piped in through my idolatracized musical buds.

My ear buds.

I can play it as loud or as soft as I want.

Nobody cares.

I am already dead.

I might as well enjoy the accoutrements and the compliments of the incessant and shouted “hey, get outta my way.” Instead of my pounding heart. I feel, at peace with it all.

It feels rather, freeing.

Like going “commando”.

Not that I have ever done THAT.😊

Gone commando.

A Savage kid taught us there are actually four ways and four days one can wear the same pair,

of underwear.😊.

Not a suggestion.

Not a recommendation.

Nothing of the sort.

You do you.

I be me.

Life is good.

And.

All that nonsensical gibberish we tell ourselves in order to belong to the human race.

Which. Right now. Is basically unrecognizable.

We have a lot to save. A lot to live for.

What are we doing? In the moment.

I thought so.

Admit it.

Come on.

You were, head down, checking on the news of the day. The newest explosion this side of the pond. That side of the pond. Somewhere around the pond. The louder the better. The harried-er the more interesting. The hapless-a slam dunk..

Makes me feel so much better about.

Me.🤸

You?

Not so much.😏

So. Out we go. Here we go.

Into wild blue yonder.

Together.

Separate.

Connected, maybe, but in ways that are not always helping the situations and circumstances of all our lives.

Makes no difference.

In the end.

It doesn’t really matter.

Unless.

It does. Matter.

As for me. I am considered dead, so onward into the blue yonder I go, join me if you choose, if you like. We can explore the unexplainable together and try to make sense of it all.

And.

If we do not make sense of it all.

We can always blame it on the cat.😉.

Until then.

Walk on.

Ask questions.

A thousand if necessary.

At the least, we will be one step closer to

Knowing.

And then. We will know.

Perhaps something that we wish we never knew. Or wanted to know. But know we do. Now.

Damage control here.

Character assassination there.

In the end.

It matters.

To a soulful individual.

To a soulless one.

Not so much.

You do you.

I be me.

Do you recognize, see the pattern taking shape? Or. Is the image of the suppressed ink blot of blotches of no great meaning to you. It’s ok. Have been here before. It all gets better before it gets worse. And worse again, before it gets better.

I do not make the rules.

Walk on.

Head up.

Chin up.

Shoulders back.

Head held high.

War is hell.

Hell can be a human.

One who prays.

One who preys.

Hope-is knowing the difference.

Religion is a foundation for all things holy.

Spirit exists to inform us of the goodness.

The Holy Spirit is an actual of three.

The devil hides in the shadows of our own existences because our weaknesses render us unable to say,

”No.” To the devils constant ringing at the door, ringing in our ears, etcetera, etcetera.

One can debate the existence of any supreme being.

Idolatry renders us speechless in the face of fear of not measuring up, being enough.

Arrogance renders us the stupidity to judge another.

And our weakness follows through on our judgment.

Of the following of another. Of another’s God-like influence.

But there is only one God.

We are not talking about all things technical. that would be considered a technicality-Yes, No, Maybe? On certain matters, at least down here on earth, are we so way past the point of no return?…..

Without question—I hope not.

We bait.

We click.

The more treacherous another’s situation.

The better.

We are hostage to our own hands.

As the weapon in them render us unable to

Look away.

When we need to.

Look to.

The better One.

When we most need to.

Look to the most high.

Humanism defines a person as human.

As we move into more AI and artificial ways of living (botox, it all seems so simple minded now), we have become expert “hiders”.

Hiding behind the “I didn’t do it”.

He did.

She did.

I wasn’t even there.

It was my phone’s fault.

Way back when, Otto kinda figured this out and began to ask the important questions. The character building questions.

Otto realized that in order to heal.

He must go through hell first.

Trials and tribulation. Of bodily pain.

Heaviness of mind.

As far back as 1534, moral philosophers recommended the use of certain drugs.(wk)

But. They lacked the most effective source of comfort.

Faith.

Which is a gift from God.

Comfort. Which is sought through Him.

Through Him.

Not entering the gates of hell.

Standing at the doors. Turning around. And running like hell away from hell.

Are you comfortable?

Otto asked the burning questions.

Maybe ponder them for yourself.

Ask yourself these burning questions as you lay or lie your head down at night.

Are you comfortable in your own skin?

The desire for comfort.

Where do you look, for it?

To some,

We must desire to be comforted by God.(III)

God sometimes wills for us to suffer tribulation. (IV)

Otto’s friend Anthony believed in the importance of friends who pray for and give counsel to the one suffering tribulation (V).

Comfort. Comfort in tribulation requires trust that God works all things toward good, (VI)

Do you feel comfortable?

Do you seek:

Medicinal comfort. Tribulation in relation to this is caused through our own fault. Those sent by God as punishment for past sins or to prevent other sins. Those sent to increase our patience and our merit. (wk)

Do you seek:

Perseverance comfort. Can only be gained through perseverance here on earth, but not in Purgatory. Not simply the purging, the chucking of our sins, but to increase our heavenly reward. Not in dollars and sense. In sense of service toward others.

Do you cross your eyes and dot your “t’s”?

The fourth source of comfort. The cross is necessary. Necessary to enter heaven and continual prosperity in grave danger.

War is hell.

Sometimes.

The war inside our heads can be a hell as well.

Prosperous or preposterous?

Otto and Anthony had a third individual question regarding the merits of the fourth comfort as its treatment of prosperity in that it is or can be too harsh and he objects:

The Church prays for the health of princes and prelates.

If health and prosperity are wrong, why take medicine.

Solomon, Job, and Abraham were all prosperous.

Many rich men are good and many poor people are evil.

Who do you consider a gem of a gem?

Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend.

So is a good dog.

The supporting comfort- seeking characters of Ottis’s deep questions—Anthony, Vincent, Solomon, Job and Abraham, instead of bestowing character assassination attempts upon one another and against Otto

wished to hear more……

Arguments.

About the diamond in the rough.

In the thick of it all…………..

With the answer expressively written,

All over her face.