An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Take two and call me in the morning.

Ugh.

Where there is a will, there is a way to live and see another torpid day. The torpedo hands us a blow. And a clue may be blowin’ in the wind.

The legs move, the hands move, and at the same time it feels like someone else is doing it all for us. We are here, in our bodies, on earth with gravity pulling us down. The result, for a select few, for some is a sensitivity beyond comprehension and an accompanying astute awareness that there is much, much more circulating and circumambulating in our aura.

This is both a good and bad occurrence as we struggle to make sense of life and its many inconsequestional in-consistencies. The incessant questions appear in the in and out box of our visual existences and their enticing social bribes to improve our lives—but not before being required to “fork-over first” one’s offering of a beautiful life. At the expense of your life savings. An assurance your life will change forever.

Indeed.

It will change forever, except it is anybody’s guess as to who, what, where, when and why it will change. Oh yeah and how will it change.

It is a process.🙏🏻

There are no shortcuts.

”An apple a day keeps the doctor away.” Is this a “go around” about not eating the ice cream. The wit of one and the wisdom of many would tell this to be true.

Imagine yourself crunching to the beat of your own chews or licking to the sludge of the creamy middle. Drooling all the way to the bank when the teeth fall out and pronunciation wanes.

Punt?

False teeth to the rescue?

Tongue-tied-tongue-twisters to the rescue?

Take a stab at it:

“Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country.”

”How now brown cow, grazing in the green, green pasture.

”The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.”

Ways to improve escape even the best of us mired in the controversies of a past that never really “goes away.”

Like a bad cough.

”Sorry.”

I digressed.

While some keep the pressure on to keep the blood from spurting, others keep the calm on. Seek it out even in order to repair the damage of days gone by.

Some.

Get a dog. 🙂

Some.

Rinse, repeat and rinse again.

Some.

”Take two and call me in the morning.”

If the connection exists and the hands can do the pound, pound, pound on the keyboards of our lives this is both the problem and the solution. And. If you wonder why I listed the problem before the solution, to most it will be obvious.

With struggle, we learn.

Yep.

The hard way.

The soft way,

and many ways in between our inconsistencies and existences.

“Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.” The medicine may not look as one might expect. It may be a cement floor, bars, floodlights, a partner, a place, a thing.

The prison of our own doing.

We are attempted to be held to account. Well, some are, some aren’t. We become our own worst enemy when we think we are getting away with something.

A hurt.

A help.

A this.

A that.

We so foolishly kids our selves, again and again and again.

You get the drift.

Please take it carefully, thoughtfully and with resolve and reserve.

None of us know what the future holds.

Remembering the food fight of all food fights began with Adam and Eve. And the garden and the snake. And the garden and the snake. A tree. A doubt.

Enticing as all the nakedness might have been, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Imagine yourself sitting in the garden along those two crazy kids during their tempestuous “exchange.” The Bible has documented time and time again—their story. The interpretation takes on different meanings for different folks who may “get it” and those two in their time. Naked, barely clothed and enticing one another to eat until their death.

Treat your own body as a temple. Hmmmm. Temple. Or. Temple of doom? Some people DO get first. It is as simple as waiting in line to grab a piece of the/one’s daily bread. For some. For others—not so much.

Put another way. The guy who studied electricity was the same guy that also uttered “an apple a day keeps the doctor away.”

Frankin

Ben Franklin.

He was not a stupid guy and he definitely knew how to fly a kite. He was one of seventeen children. Yes. Seventeen. He may have hidden his daily bread under his shared bed just to be able to eat—who knows. Industrious guy, though. A founding father even.

A legend?

Definitely.

A lightning rod for change?

Definitely.

Franklin, as history writes, supposedly conducted his electrical experiment in June 1752 on the top of the spire on Christ Church in Philadelphia. He changed the world.

Smart guy.

Back to those crazy kids in the garden. Who ate the apple. Well one of them did, while the other sat and watched, then nibbled like a squirrel. Watching the destruction of another man, another person. A fellow man.

Pure evil.

Wouldn’t you agree?

My apologies. I baited the answer and that is wrong. Dead wrong. Leading is one activity. A leading question is more like a hint for the bad guy.

To devour its prey.

As we found in the beautious garden with man and woman. A snake. And some potent flowers. The tree. The main tree in paradise firmly planted in paradise until of course Eve tempts Adam. Free to eat from any tree except the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Like getting the answers to ent exams questions beforehand, before the test.

Adam and Eve’s story made it into the Bible.

Ben Franklin’s did not. Well not in the same way anyway.

While Franklin was busy bettering society for all, Adam and Eve were selfishly concerned with themselves, their space and gaining knowledge on the backs and branches of the trees and others.

What happened?

Adam and Eve were evicted from the garden.

Ben went on to shower us with great experiments and inventions and possibilities of goodness. A lightning rod. A shelter from the storm he stayed in for our good.

Now.

While we can learn a great deal from all three kids.

The devil is in the details. It pays to pay attention to the details. One man’s pain is another man’s devil. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

Good and evil are as historical as the differences we ascribe to them.

There are no shortcuts.