Razor sharp tautly held rope in definition of a peculiar mindset. Who elects the social squad of consequence, sitting on high with weighty pronouncements that make young girls cry and men stand forever in the garden? A puzzle piece that so keenly plugs the hole remaining on credenza, yet somehow will never match the picture on the box. Odd trends separating man from man in a creation made for everyone.

We rejoice in our segregation. Though so soundly unfair as evidence of inclusion somewhere beyond the reaches of those with exclusions bony paw. I stood refreshed but weary as the absence of inclusion left me the only course. There are places beyond the touch of mortal man to which peculiar finds love and welcome. To sing with those in adoration of the Sovereign Grace of infinity seated upon Heaven’s throne who knows everything worth knowing and calls me kin.

I will never find inclusion here in man’s scripted devices, for I am pariah to their absolute abandon. It is fine to know the reason I am here is for them as God wants them in the next life. The few that I have known which truly love the brethren are the fresh air to my lungs and cure to heaviness of heart. It must be done this way, we all must make choice to let patience do her perfect work in eschewing the yearning for treasure and personal reward in exchange for everything in the here after. There is no other path to such heavenly regard, all other roads lead to separation and pain.