Sine qua non and a necessary evil.

Once and for all.

Secrets. And the Dilemma of Disclosure

Rumors. And the Dilemma of Disclosure

Fact. And the Dilemma of Disclosure.

Fiction. And the Dilemma of Disclosure.

Judiciousness and the Dilemma of Disclosure.

Nope.

I don’t think it works that way.

Do you?

Because if you do. May God have mercy

On. You. Because laws exist for order. Organization. Confidence.

And.

Our selves and sanity too, I think. Otherwise it becomes mayhem.

Because I really, really, really, really. (You get my drift, yes.?)

Am afraid, frightened, scared, intimidated at times, worried, frustrated, scared again. About disappointing.

Him. The big He. The Big Guy in the Sky.

Whether you agree with me or not, makes no difference. To me or to Him. We have a personal agreement. And you are not a part of it. I will remain in constant afraidness, by choice, in the interest of doing the right thing come hell or high water.

Come. Hell. Or. High. Water.

Do you hear me now?

I WILL and do, swear with hand on bible and my other hand on my heart to willingly beg to differ. I will BEG to differ with your nonsense. I disagree with the “necessary evil” and unfortunate reasons for your path of nonsense.

I am not afraid to beg. I beg to differ. From you. Are you? Afraid to beg to differ from me? I am starting to think there is more to your storied platform…..

How do I know? That I am. Not afraid to beg? When my tears flow freely and fully and I know in my heart of hearts what is at stake.

And. You? What is your excuse?

Because to me it is nonsense. Pure and simple. Nonsense. Non-negotiable non-sense.

In the interest of Higher Life Satisfaction? Call it whatever you choose to call it. Civil Liberties are Sine Qua Non.

A central cohesive source of stability and security.

I will call it crap if I see it. Or not. You see. (Or maybe you do not) A true and honest alliance is warm enough for a person to open up, but cool enough that they do not need to posture or lie in an attempt to be likeable or for any other reason.

Very specific intimacy: Deep but narrow, real but bounded. By boundaries.

Anything else, just keeps falling apart. The story. Secrets, Explanation, Narratives. Glue, tape, sticky posting it will still not hold it all together. Your good ole storied story. When you begin to sound like a broken record. Consistency becomes a key of freedom.

Sooooooooo. Bring it On. Because most of us are have gotten tired of the same old story. We are tired of it and we are on to it now. Your “operation”. Your “Secrets”. How long do you intend to rock the boat in the interest of, what is your interest, anyway?

I forgot.

Because I tend to remember the real, the tangible, the facts. The mind has a beautiful way of confirming the unpleasant. First of all, all the lies, the secrets, the stories must be remembered….energy-remembered. Eh?….It takes a lot of energy to lie. But. In the interest of stamina. And of not collapsing under the weight of a storied story.

A lie has speed but the truth has endurance.

A fact does not morph into something we “like”. Unless, of course we are interested in the demise of someone or something. Then, I say,

May God have mercy.

Judeo Christian thinkers practice what they preach and not just because it is “Convenient”. Or. “Looks Good” on a Curriculum Vitae. Don’t we own more to our next generation?

I beg.

Not to differ with you on this very important matter. We cannot continue to saddle the future generation with the “Virus Du Jour” manufactured for the “News Du Jour”. We cannot entrench the future leaders of our world with “family-focused-family friendly nonsense of prescription this, or prescription that. Drug packaged, drug delivered infringement on the vulnerable civil liberties of those in need of desperate help. That is pure and simple evil. And so NOT necessary.

For goodness sake. Make a good and honest commitment to do good and follow through on the commitment. In the interest of freedom and liberty. And justice for all. Not just yourselves and at the expense of the least of the rest of folks.

Come. Hell. Or. High. Water.

Is there ever time or space for a “Caveat”.

Great question. And. Depends. On. What? Or whom. You wonder.

Welcome to the world going round and round and round and round. You get my drift, Yes? The answer lies not in the middle, but with a being ready, willing and able to

Call a spade a spade.

And then May God have mercy on all of us as we wade through the moss of a mess. But if and when we do or may, there lies a real truth and a necessity to proclaim it.

Come. Hell. Or. High. Water. Loud and Clear.

On this point, or that point. In the end, and we all come to an end at some point. Every new beginning comes at some beginnings end. It may not even matter if you have one half a person in your “corner”, although it is nice to be believed. It is nice to live in the present without having to live in the past. The messy moss of a past.

Ah. If life were so simple. You know. Without those nasty secrets and all gnawing away at each and every one of us. Did you know a trustworthy individual—in case you were seeking out the company of one— encompasses three traits of character?

Morality. Competence. Sociability.

Character is the ability to carry out a a good resolution, long after the excitement of the moment has passed. See it? Does it make sense? To you? Does to me. Shouldn’t we all aspire to this way of living?

Non-negotiable.

Sans the labels, the conditions, the secrets.

So. Where is the dilemma. If it is truth. It is truth. Right? Yes.

If life were only that simple. Gloriously, I would be living atop of a mountain, yoga-ing my days and wine-ing my nights. Rest. Recuperation. Righteousness. Right on. Unfortunately life can be too complicated.

And. Then I hit my snooze button. To awake to my reality. Yuck. Ick. And all that stuff. What I bear witness to cannot be so easily erased. And I struggle with not wanting to pass on the gunk. To you. But I fail. Repeatedly because I believe the truth lies so somewhere between the words:

Civil and Liberty.

And how in the world it gets so clouded is beyond my comprehension. And I love to read. A lot. I do not agree with infringing on the liberties, civilly, criminally, socially, repeatedly, reputationally. Ever.

Not ever. In the interest of race, color, creed or deed, atypically, typically typical. Ever.

Not folded, roll-ded, or molded. Enveloped or packaged or stamped. People are people. Some more vulnerable or trusting than others does not nor should not allow a give or a Carte- Blanche to stomp or step all over anyone. Really. I believe. They do not want it either. They just may not beg to differ. Or differ to differ. Or feel they have a right to differ. You know. Hard knocks and all.

They perhaps, simply beg to differ with you to stop exploiting. The difference or differences you “play” with. Perhaps, innately and/or God willingly, they are strong enough to look away from you.

And maybe give you a dose of the infringement you so eagerly seek, search for and desire so to seize and then infringe upon the vicious cycle of dilemma disclosure. Opening a can of worms that has been desperately dying and trying to get out. Blocking and halting cohesiveness and security at every turn.

Non-negotiable. Vulnerability is the non- negotiable space that lies uncomfortably between the words,

Civil and Liberty.