The Escape Artist and A Date With Fate

The ultimate influence.

The ultimate Influencer.

Walking under the influence

Talking under the influence.

Watching under the influence.

Driving under the influence.

Of the ultimate influencer.

Texting while Driving.

Talking while Driving.

Looking while Driving.

Gaping while Driving.

Drinking while driving.

Older. Younger. Doesn’t really matter much.

Texting and Driving.

Persons really can drive others to drink.

To a miserable outcome.

And to crazy thoughts, words, actions.

A word.

A text.

A sign.

No sign.

They are all there.

The words.

The signs.

The words and signs.

Undue or due influence.

Time to undertake due diligence.

Long. Over due.

Open Pandora’s Box and you might just get what you wished for. As long as you know what you wish for. 🐸🤯🧀🙏🏻😗 Superstitions. Prayers. Lit candles. Aside.

Would it be best, more advantageous, to you, to wrap your arms around a person, a thought, a friend AND wrap your arms around the truth at the same time?

Why wouldn’t you? Why couldn’t you ? Why didn’t you? Tell the truth? Take the truth? And run with it? Fate may decide the course for you in spite of despite of

You.

A lie has speed but the truth has endurance.

A belief in someone other than yourself does not make it magic. It is a practice of a way of life. The Now. The opposite of one step ahead of another. The behind.

Goodness is and aligns with being one step behind Him. He will show you the way. The truth. The Light. This is not meant to convince anyone of anything. It is a way of a life that allows control of your own destiny by taking accountability of that which you say. That which you do. That of your soul. The not of giving up the reigns to other persons. That may not have your best interest in their mind. In their heart.

Pay the price. Pay. The Piper.

Control your destiny and you control the Positive Aspects of a well lived existence. Fate and fateful decisions begin to fade away into another world. Where you do not visit anymore. Your choice. Your destiny.

Courage and character is the ability to carry out a good resolution long after the excitement of the moment has passed. Add to that compassion, and patience. The will to change. Step up and take responsibility for life. Grow. Learn. Take a chance.

Reminder: Opening up Pandora’s box. Not highly recommended. Unless you are able to handle/be prepared for the outcome. There are serpents and snakes and bad souls waiting to pop right out of the box. Circulate around and permeate the air. Theodicy asks us to ask the question of why there is evil in the world. Why there is fraud. Why there is death. Why there is extortion. Why there is destruction. Why there is negligence. Why there is hate.

Unfortunately. The negatives. The fates. Continue circling and swirling. In the air.

Pandora. The gift that keeps on giving. Good. Good intentions. Good thoughts. Good times. The story of Pandora offers a shift from matriarchy to patriarchy. Scary stuff. Over time, storied myths propesize to us that as Pandora is eclipsed (by a new generation of wannabes, generationally lazy, angry maybe persons), the death-bringing human Pandora arises. Pandora turned from an “all giving goddess” into an all “gifted” mortal woman. And persons pounced.

H.J. Rose wrote that the myth of Pandora is decidedly more illiberal than that of epic in that it makes Pandora the origin of all Man’s woes with her being the exemplification of the bad wife. (wk)

The Bad Wife.

The gift that keeps on giving. Arguments can be made that she actually bestows all things necessary for life. For a life well lived. Truth. Honesty. Goodness.

Anti-extortionary tactics. Truth. Honesty. Goals of goodness and light. Hero, anti-hero? Makes no difference. An antidote to our present ills? That would be great. Not one of us is immune from a little extra help. A little more grace. A little more reflection and prayer.

Who opened the darn box anyway? Are we in a prison of our own making? Or do we use others for our own sake? Our own gain? Is worth asking the question. Wouldn’t you agree?

Would the least crazy person please stand up😊? Seriously. We have all been driven to mad and madness moments from time to time. Moments where we isolate. Need some serious quiet. Quiet time. A breath of fresh air. To escape a moment of discomfort.

Reminder: We are talking about mortals, humans. Human beings.

In Human, All Too Human, philosopher, Friedrich Nietzsche, argued, “Zeus did not want man to throw his life away, no matter how much the other evils might torment him, but rather to go on letting himself be tormented anew. To that end, he gives man hope, in truth, it is the most evil of evils because it prolongs man’s torment.”

Wow.

Discussions are good. Conversations can help. So long as they are founded on truth, justice, bravery and courage. Expectant hope. While from time to time we place ourselves in the prison of our own safety. We may actually suffocate our best chances of engagement. With another. Of asking for help. To think. Our ability.

The ability to think outside the box.

To think outside the box.

Under pressure.

There are all sorts of ways. To tempt fate. To escape one’s fate. The mind is too beautiful a thing to waste. Each individual mind is beautiful in its own way. We learn a great deal and can pass it on if and only if steadfast honesty and grace are involved. Not sneaky opportunity. Outsmart is cool for school. But not for life. A life well lived.

Alexander Pope speaks of a dying soul. Christian or no Christian. Your choice for your soul.

The soul is the engine of our thoughts, words, and actions. Nurture it with extreme care. Extreme regard. When your warmth radiates to others. It is radiance.

”The Dying Christian to His Soul”

Vital spark of heavenly flame!

Quit, O quit this mortal frame!

Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,

O! the pain, the bliss of dying!

Cease, fond nature, cease they strife,

And let me languish into life!

Hark! they whisper: angels say,

Sister spirit, come away!

what is this absorbs me quite?

Steals my senses, shuts my sight,

Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?

Tell me, my soul, can this be death?

The world recess; it disappears!

Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears

With sounds seraphic ring!

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!

O Grave! where is thy victory?

O Death! where is thy sting?