It is a simple pragmatic debate yet we complicate that we not be forced to make decisions regarding its elements. You agree energy can neither be created or destroyed it simply changes form. So the energy, electro magnetic or other force that inhabits a person known as a living departs when that person takes his last breath. Again agreed. The simplicity of our debate is not that there is an after life for the Spirit leaving the body either remains a dissipation of that organic spirit floating around endlessly, is absorbed by some attractive force that collects that Life Force, transforms to another type of energy to move into the collective reserve of energy making up the universe, is recycled into another living being to face the temporary aspects of life or goes to be with a superior being that I call God who takes that force, transforms it and turns it into an advanced version of you to live for immortality for His Good Purpose. So the question is not that but where our force will spend eternity.

May I inquire? It seems so complex a thing to take from the reservoir of energy a smidgen and incorporate it into an organic form that is preprogrammed with personality, talent, purpose and longevity. Forgive me for asking but it seems like a lot of trouble to go to if this is simple process of giving and taking a plasma cloud of force to be returned to a reservoir following some particular passage of time. Doesn’t that complexity in itself imply some truly creative thought and power beyond our simple comprehension of life in whatever form?

So since this is a simple argument of not will your spirit last beyond your existence then it ought be simple answer causing you to make a simple decision regarding your belief as to where you feel your Spirit goes when you expire? Simple Right? Then why do we fight over this, struggle over it, have fifty thousand different explanations of this process? I mean if it that simple shouldn’t that decision be simple as well? Then why is it again so complex to the point where many people do not make that decision until lying there waiting for their last breath? Again the argument is simple the answer complex, which when complexity is present implies intervention by a complex thinking.

I would propose that we want this to be a simple answer and science reduces it to something as simple as 1’s and 0’s yet we are forced to struggle with this because if the complex appearance of our existence does in fact indicate the intervention of a superior life form in our creation, then it is not a simple decision to be made lightly. I pray that you are forced to struggle with this complexity and in its difficulty you see God’s Masterful Hand such that you are forced to investigate Him and test the Grace He has offered to all.  In Jesus’ Name.

Matter, the tangible part of the universe, but have you ever considered that space is so much larger than the mass of pebbles within it? We move about in our skin suits at any time displacing or taking up a finite amount of the seemingly infinite space between us. Does the space flow with us, does it give way or break as an opening envelope to allow us to enter in to that space? Does the space control us since its outline defines our area of occupation? What happens to the space when we leave it does it a have a visitation memory, is something of us left behind whether physical, spiritual or simple energy signature? Who controls the space if the space is the platform in which we reside? It must be maintained just a matter is maintained? Is space made up of dimension, time, particles, waves, plasma or nothing as this temporary life would have us perceive?

If at any time this life may be taken from me and by signature or by absence of signature my stuff, in all of its dynamic mass and location, suddenly become the property of a designee, then am I not in fact simply borrowing and using the stuff for a period to time only to transfer that lease to another? If things are finite in life then my ownership by that temporary existence is also limited, timed, passing. What of the Love that I have received of God or Woman or Child? Does that emotion linger beyond my passing? So my memory, my kindness, my deeds the memory of my love transcends my mortal existence? I see now why it is more powerful than my things or my occupation of space over which I seem to have very limited say and control.

If the memory or the truth in impact of a soul’s passing are the Love, hate, kindness, derision, joy and upset that make up a person’s reputation and character are those things of our property that exceed our mortality, then why don’t we pursue them with the same lust that we possess the tangible marks of matter? Is it miscomprehension or is it a conscious effort to hold on to the temporary knowing that its fleeting measures of ownership makes it indeed more precious to someone thinking this life is the end? And do those tangible materials become less precious to a man confronting immortality in faith?

What of losing one’s life for God and Country? Is that a waste of this pursuit of temporary lease upon the things of life? Or since it is the greatest expression of love and sacrifice for the good of our countrymen and mankind does its value transcend the preciousness of matter? That is an unusual perspective that requires me to inquire of the richest man of Midas wealth that is approaching one hundred years on this planet. Does that person think themselves their lives more valuable than the man who died at early age having given his life for God or Nation? Doesn’t the simple lost opportunity to pour out love upon their family and neighbor further impact the treasure of such life?

If life matters then it is because of that value that we construct laws to protect it, encourage it and foster that vault of intangible measure of one’s precious existence. And if so then there can be no more snuffing of life before it takes shape or denial of life because the cost is impractical, for the greatest treasures of such and existence may be the love and kindness yet given or the hate yet expressed. What we are seeing now is a terrible misunderstanding of the value of life versus the pursuit of extended lease upon the things wrapped up in it. When will we awake and is that wakefulness improbable without an understanding of life’s value, temporary or eternal? Does Life Matter to You? Well Does It?

It matter to God so much so that He stepped into our dimension in the form of a man that He might personally intervene for You, to buy you back from eternal separation from Him because of the first sin you created. That is the pinnacle of a valued life having been given in Love for Every Man, Woman and unborn Child ever designated for passage through mortality. Life is the training ground that leads to immortality for all spirits last forever. The question in our valuation always comes down to the location that we reside throughout that mortality. Either With God or separated from Him Forever. This life’s value depends entirely upon what we think happens beyond it. For if this is the only thing we have we will live for the temporary extended lease program and if we embrace eternity then the things we do in this temporary form have much greater value than the things we have or the space we have occupied.

Jesus Loves you. You. I pray that you know what that truly means.

Regardless of my wants for America, Communism is being thrust upon us. It is the long result of neglected stewardship of this nation by its rightful managers, Christians. We got caught in the world, though warned against consistently, we forgot the reminders, the studies and the time spent with God in His Word and Prayer. The Price is always the same, being sold out to Pagans who rush in the through the open gate to fill the vacuum left by our negligence. In this instance the worst has occurred they found our children ready and waiting to grab hold of any new ideology that promised them wealth, power, fame and regard amongst the worldly. They are not of this world or so we thought to tell them but never got around to it, so, in the midst of fury they stand with man guarding their treasures and destroying the weak, vulnerable and unprotected as a symbol of the Human Savagery.

Communism developed by the Illuminati families developed to be used as a psychological battering ram against the faith of our people, promising them community, collectivism, egalitarian regard for all, leaving none behind. It certainly is a lie that has been proven in their previous experiments but while we were sleeping they stole our mission statement and sold them to those disenfranchised by our failure to embrace power, the power of God’s Holy Spirit to feed the poor, heal the sick and father the lost. Communism a blank regard and belief in nothing for the sake of everything with absolutely no history, success or reward to show for it, yet our young people clamor to hear its passionate salesmen. Communism the blunt, uncaring instrument of a war without war, brought to bare on unsuspecting people who should have been discerning in their walk.

What now comes from this battle for the minds of America in a tight-fisted struggle for the hearts of men, is in God’s Hands. Perhaps we can turn to Him now, in that knowledge, imploring that He intervene, promising a turn from our sins that He may by change hear our humility and turn His face to US to heal this land and restore our Christian Stewardship to a nation meant for His reign alone. Father, we know that you are there. Here am I Lord send me, send me into the fires, the valley of the shadow or the deep to due thy will. For without you Lord we see our end. Lord save this nation. Give US all a passion and realistic understanding of your word in faith. Capture back the hearts and minds of those having been sold an alternative. Let them know the Peace and Passions of Christ. For it is your name that we call ourselves American’s those with No King But Christ. King Jesus, My God and My King.

Why should I take note of anything that the enemy does or attach emotion to circumstance? To do so allows the enemy control, avenue of influence within my psyche to manipulate my thinking and regard. However, when my enemy does something so impacting, so insightful, so declarative as this step which has just been taken it demonstrates a belief, a knowledge a regard for Biblical Scripture that sometimes is difficult to discover in believer’s conversation.

Today, they came out with their prognosis that we have entered the Season of God’s Return. Here it is look upon it and see if it sings clearly to you of the same timing within my own Joyful Heart; https://unnwo.org/ They know that time is short and have proclaimed a confirmation, belief and clear declaration that Biblical Prophecy points to Jesus Christ and that all know the Truth of God.

What then should be done on my part if I not emotionally influenced by this declaration? Should I consider it deception? Possibly, taking a Barean understanding I should enter scripture and ask for the Truth to be given in light of the attempted deception. Maybe I should ignore it as ploy to declare themselves more powerful than they ever were? Perhaps I should pursue it and investigate this 2030 plan and 2050 resolution then match them up with the Word and see the consistency? Or maybe I should do what I am doing right now in understanding that the enemy has always known scripture and known that the time was short and do my dance because it flat out means Christ’s return is nye upon us.

There are many who have dodged making the decision for against Christ because they continually pointed to the conspiratorial concept of prophecy. They rested comfortably in a belief that nothing real could be so absurd as the idea of an Anti Christ, marks of the Beast and One World Empire, Religion and Commerce. They proclaimed us fools for even discussing such possibility. Where is their demagoguery now that this proclamation is no longer sourced by Christians confirming Biblical Prophecy but now being declared by those who have champion One World Ideal from the outset? Where is their comfortable safe and happy place where they may dismiss ideas as foolishness when having been made concrete in this reality?

I don’t know but I’ve been told. A rhythmic statement that begins all of the company marches marking time to set the standard of oxygenation for the troops, aligning footfall with Catcall to combine disparate energies to one solid focus. Well, we have now been given the rhythm with which to begin our march toward eternity and the Coming King. If the enemy believes themselves capable of producing this New World Order now then it ought act as indication that the Season has arrived. For this enemy has always hidden in the Dark and now feels compelled to step into the Light for all the world to see. They no longer fear our power and authority for they know that the restraining spirit will be removed in the near future giving them what they have always wanted the ability to make war against the saints openly in a world that cheers them on in its destruction. Make no mistake they will choose the anti christ and the destruction of the body of Christ for they will powerless and choiceless to do otherwise.

God Bless this world and may all of those who hear Spirit’s Call to Eternity make that decision today while there is still time to proclaim His Name that others may Join You.  In Jesus’ Mighty Name I pray.

Perhaps an idea held as counter to the odd feelings of being alone? Combat and concrete evidence against the empty, fearful feelings of vagabondage. Yet, the highest calling is this detachment from the solidity of mind to the fortitude of Titanium Promise. This is the lie of mortality, that it have ever been immovable, unshakable, timeless. In fact that deceptive nature leads to more odd faces at realization than any surprise, mystery plot twist. The true strength is the relentless pursuit within the realm where emotion is awry, tangled, bunched, uncoupled and severed from all but that small quiet voice leading you on with certainty, power and promise.

This world could not offer what my heart sought. Dwindling feelings, bored or transformed indifference surrounded by changing and limited love. These are the temporary things of carnal capacity for within this dimensional comprehension there is nothing beyond the horizon but dream or an unknown tomorrow. And in that finite quandary every relation faces the constraint of diminishing seconds pressuring division, counseling divorce, arguing change of heart and mind. For finite worlds produce nothing infinite with which to frame our sentences, nothing beyond the realms and construct of time from which we may choose immortal things, ideas and relationships. Only in infinity may we truly play for keeps.

What lock me up, well only for twenty or thirty years may you make me captive after that I am freed to the cosmos of God. Torture me or beg me hold on to you in promised love. I am sorry to promise only the time that I have left in this dimension, til death or a watered down version of virtue separate us in time. Steal from me this life, I will still awaken tomorrow to a day without end. The promise and practice of perfection is to bring something of the heavenly into this realm that it be seen by precious few and adored. That things beyond tonight transform us from normalcy into a rare form of cognoscenti. This is the joy of today that it be valued in eternal context, measured quantitatively by numbers exponentially so large that they defy today’s logic. A window into everlasting and whisper of permanence a breeze across the Frozen Rosen Bridge of Time, space and continuum.

Yes, battles won bring momentary victory and the pleasure of smiling faces let go of their circumstantial captivity. But it lasts but a moment then plunges once again into the depths of despair brought on by challenge after change after affectionate expectation. This is the place where dreams come true but never last, but the fleeting moments of the sparkles falling to the ground. How do these moments, these wars, these changes, this emotion and victorious transformation of my heart effect the timeless life beyond this verse? That brings the flavor the depth of fine cabernet or pomegrenate as it is remembered and enjoyed as a memory to be carried beyond this to hereafter. The treasures of this world are things, loves, wins, and losses bound in memory that may not be stolen but relished across the fields, valleys, dimensions and galaxies of time.

It is done he already won, let’s have some fun basking in the late day sun. They had their day and final say in every way they will hit replay as many times as it is okay. Time to transform not to some new norm or to conform to something they say is fuzzy and warm. We’ve won the war, not like before when it was a chore in keeping score and now forever more we know when, who and what for. Give God His Way, Listen to each and every Word He has to say, leading us to a better way, for rapidly approaches the day, when all will be forced to say, Jesus Christ is the Only Way, the Truth, The Life, The Lord.

Grab that sword warrior, don’t leave it on a two pointed perch upon the mantle for viewing. Pull it from the scabbard, blow off the dust and prepare it for battle. Open its pages and find the Truth exists therein no matter your turn or flip. Pull it from the hip or from on High it will shine like the brightest Star and cleave evil spirit from mortal soul, setting each of us free to gain our wits and grow our faith devoted to God as reaction to His faithfulness. This is the time for which each of us was made. Will we sit upon bench, run from the fray in fear of darkness or stand in knowledge and trust of the Light of the World?

None but the wicked wants war, but it has been thrust upon us by TIME. The time in which each of us was purposed to make choices and raise our voices to defend the character and purpose of that making.  Do you serve God? Do you serve man, some plan, some long term method of self accrual toward a retirement serving self? Is evil promising you power over the frail and innocent? Are you running a program that looks to fill your life chi storage with the energy of those who you were made to overcome? Do you believe that science will set you free from the reality pinging around the corners of your mind telling you that a Sovereign God must be escaped in order to achieve your long fought victory of self indulgence? Where will you find immortality? On the history pages of some manufactured tome? Or perhaps as a cyborg, born again through the replacement of mind with metal and bone with graphite appendage. What is the future you see and are you so certain that God will not be there regardless of your effort, sacrifice or loss?

We are not play things but the wonderfully and beautifully crafted workmanship of the Sovereign King of all universes. He does not waste breath upon chaff to create that which will be used to feed the furnace of recreation. Those who were born for Glory’s purpose will sometimes choose the other side and that which is unfruitful for God’s Kingdom will be cut off, cast out to feed that furnace of everlasting thirst. This is the time of our discernment for the judgment is upon us. No one knows when it is coming but to deny that it soon arrives in conflict with the signs just to appease your concern of facing those fire filled eyes is exponentially misguided.

Be what He made you to become. Recall that purpose in laying the foundation of Heaven’s Approach. Dust off those memories of His Calling when you yet to be a thing within the womb. Live this life to the fullest in preparation for the Next. In Jesus Mighty Name I ask you to have a chat with the King today about His Will and expectation. You will only be sorry if you don’t.

I see America waking, knowing fully that a few short months ago, most doubted this day and a vision of revival was ever possible. I see the Lord’s Spirit shining forth being poured out on the souls of mankind, leading the way through the darkness that threatened our destiny. I see America revived, shaking off the dark Winter’s shroud of wickedness, cover and camouflage of our deepest regret. I see hope in the eyes of children, who only now are beginning to recognize that there is a God who loved them and knew them before time began.

Hidden, tightly concealed from the cognition of humanity were the evil, parasitic deeds of those questing dominion over man. Covered, were the sins of our leaders, cooperating closely with the fallen to destroy humanity before it revives to find eternity in God. Dark are the hearts of men who have sold their lives to principality’s Promise of eternity without God. Untrue the feeble words with which vows are made that were never meant in keeping. Lost are the men who believed upon deception, having no other choice than the fear and sight to lead them. Exposed from the pitch, into the Light the Truth is cast for all to look upon in shame or delight.

Hope, born of reason and even when logic fails it remains chiseled into the foundations of the Universe. Dependence on something immortal beyond the temporary outlook of man’s simple understanding. Wishes turned material not for the prize of riches but the richness of the greatest achievement known to the history or future of mankind’s doing. So delightfully curious that it lured the fallen’s early celebration believing that Killing the King’s Son would deliver their Victory. Sacrifice of something perfect to permanently protect that which is misshapen with the hope that it too may be made right in sanctification. A future so bright it defies comprehension and would blind that mortal sight, reserved for new eyes in seeing.

These are the days of trials beginning. Wishing they go will only usher the pain in their continued realization. Preparation, not solely of material measure may only be found in the Practices of the Spirit man, armoured against the night by the characteristics of God. Stand with God against the dark defying the desperation brought on by impossible circumstance. Rejoice in the face of great pain, loss and tragedy demonstrating the fallacy of Fallen’s Promise. Filled with promise of an imminent return and judgment by Power beyond reason that may speak a man’s end. Let there be Light He said and it was. Let the Light subside He will speak to end them in their egoist idiocy. That which has been made may be unmade, an idea that escaped their comprehension.

Into His Arms I fall, upon His Mercy I reside, Knowing fully that it is the choice that each of us makes that separates me from others. It is humbling to admit that nothing of myself brought me to virtue, but virtue’s love for me that delivered me in passing. Thankful for one final attempt to bring America and the World from its deception aided slumber. We will see the Dawn of God’s New World, a place where peace rules and an iron scepter declares perfect justice indisputable by reason. We await a King. Is this Your King or one against whom you contend? I pray you call Him Lord and find us in the place of joy everlasting, but know that some will choose the devil’s passing. For the time being there is time remaining. As the moments ebb their sweetness increases, the value in each spoken word or kindness immeasurable. Find Hope with me today. Find redemption and relationship with the Almighty through Christ. Look Out to see the Abyss and Heaven’s Gate looming clearly for all mankind. Find that Joy that surpasses understanding in this dimension, given in God’s Preparation for our Eternity with Him. In Jesus’ Holy, Righteous and Mighty Name I pray.

She calls U.S., Lady Liberty, not the goddess of Columbia or some fated novella from a pagan ritual, but the United States of America. She has been accosted, bruised, dirtied and berated perpetually as decades of disrepair and neglect left her ravaged by the wicked throngs of time. See there were supposed to be good men standing out before her, protecting, guiding, encouraging and tending to her wounds and future. They were deceived as are most men by the sirens of self service. Leaving post to serve a desire or two and finding it fulfilling in the moment leading to a total abandonment of commitment, duty and fealty of something beyond the leverage of actualization. They had abandoned her for better things when nothing greater than bringing Glory to the Gifts we were given exists. We fell, to slumber, dance, dream and sawdust, the product of our capitulation. Gathering handfuls that were blown away by a stiff breeze we realized the depth of our calamity as we came to sudden abrupt deadfall upon Reality’s Bottom.

Though time breeds decay as things crumble, swirl, fall apart and entropy toward the low points some sparks are bread anew. Change ensues and man is awoken to the mishap, regretting the loss of time dedicated to her keeping. Men remember courage, write down there stories of honor, glory and song, once again finding it useful to display character for no other purpose then to honor God. We reached up from the gutter, dropping handfuls of dust remember the solidity and solemnity of fealty to an ideal. Not a Queen but a Lady for whom we waited. Not a God but a gift so precious that each time we reflected upon her wonder we saw the face of God and remembered acutely the Love for each of us. Attending to her she once again stood before us adorned in purity, holiness and a reflection of the Light of Love which made her. Not just work or tasks but Love was spent to sustain her. That Love shone brightly from her gown and could be seen reflection could be readily seen in the smiling faces seeing her so well kept and sure. Our Lady, This God bestowed Freedom knew too keenly the benefits of wisdom and shouted them to us as we approached each obstacle. Calling us forward in courage and song, songs of valor, surrender and sacrifice for those worth Loving.

Where to now she says as we tire upon the ramparts of her defenses? We look alive and turn to corner to be greeted by the night watch and men renewed committed to relief of those who have fulfilled duty. We have gone no where My Lady. Only to be rested and prepared for our next watch as duty demands our service, to Life, To People, To Liberty and Freedom. We have not yet given all though we hope to never give it. Be assured that Liberty will always be purchased with our sweat and sacrifice. And when desperate times of the innocent require defense we shall rise to the call offering our lives to protect them as you stand there in reminder of that debt we have proudly born. Where to, on to the Future of a nation which cares where it is going taking the appropriate planning and steps of navigation to remain on solid ground and remain unchained by tyranny’s hand. We are the men who cannot live without freedom, so death is preferable to loss of that Sovereign duty to protect what we know is greater than self worship. A land, A free land where we may worship God, own some land, live from God’s Green Earth and give back to those living alongside.

We were not meant for quitting, capitulation or non commitment. We are not indifferent many but the few who have seen the inadequacies of mob living and have turned our hearts and heads to follow Liberty’s gaze. We are the men who gladly take up the rake, pen, axe and sword as needed to keep her safe and growing Free.  The best things are easily lost and having seen the end so keenly we have repented to self, God and Country that as long as breath finds home within our breast, Liberty shall wave Free to taste the coming winds of seasons change. We were made for this Land and she for U.S. We are the men of Liberty’s call, Patriot’s dying to live Free.

Enduring. Filtering laughter from the components of misery. Climbing, digging, blasting, forcing, through sheer will and mastery the space beyond the obstacle. Letting God. Going with Him. Standing against winds or mass far greater than you own, withstanding the irresistible force in becoming the immovable object. Life. Well Lived. Loved and never given or sold for a bowl of soup, Sovereign Gifts meant for you alone.

What hold’s you back? What assails your thoughts in the darkness? Who is the harbinger of darkness associated with your dissatisfaction of purpose? What powers reside and what powers are boundless? Do you escape a prison designed to capture you for the length of this life? Physical freedom is not free, freedom to love beyond the constraint of man is free for the asking from God, Gifts produced which must be requested.

Are you frustrated and sleepless in not knowing? Does the dawn arrive with yesterday’s troubles? What have you left at Throne’s Foot? What do you refuse to give away or surrender to the Master’s Hand? How will you transform if it is a supernatural change you seek? What must be eventually yanked from the hand of a Child after repeated attempts to ask it be surrendered?

What is Love to you? A Nuisance an abject principle you’ve yet to comprehend or the sweet flowing salve of healing and purpose giving you hope when none be found? Do you owe God purpose or may you ride your own wave, follow your own path and leave a legacy entirely designed that others might glorify your passing? What then is the eternity sought? To be with God, understood, known, empowered, put to task, freed from the mooring of mortality.

This is the day of my tender understanding. Relieved by that which was never meant as my own burden, challenged by the work yet to be done for Kingdom’s Come. I don’t grasp but leave open hands that answers are given in due timing not my own. Outcomes are left to greater Mind than mine and circumstance disregarded as the enemy’s playground and deceptive tool. This is the school of my sanctification. This is the hill upon which I set fully aware of an eventuality based on Promise and not reality’s welcome.

Logic is confounded by Love and the one thing outside Time. God be with you always in abundance and familiarity. Christ even now awaits to the moment of His Return. For Love, For Righteous Reign, For Judgment, For Promise. In His Name I walk. Jesus, My God and My King.

Individual importance. I search the retinue of inventions, manuscripts, ideas, songs and mystery and found nothing remaining to give particular brilliance to my passage. All had been played, said, tested, discovered or renewed, leaving me feeling at first unwanted, then useless, then relieved. For if nothing need be invented, the pressure of my success has been eternally alleviated. My excuse complete I return to doing and producing absolutely nothing. In fact, I will do the world a grand service and consume as much as I may to provide purpose of tomorrow human’s. They will now have a purpose of re-provision that which I have turned to carbon in my passing.

What is God’s call but another responsibility from under which excuse provides me freedom? For I am no pious believer, looking down on a cadre of forgotten or “lost” men offering them my version of salvation when they appear entirely content in their self devised predicament.  Leave that the better men than I men of sacrifice, commitment and worthiness, who can convince themselves in their self importance that they actually do hear the voice of God, calling, calling, directing them to do that which is beyond our own capability and casting. No, God did not mean me when he laid out these edicts to be followed by all for we have already established I have no purpose. In fact, since everything has been done, that means that all this filling “heaven” work has already been conducted and certainly does not need a religiously handicapped man like myself inserting himself into the fine oiled machinery of salvation.

Nope, Dad was right and Mom even more so, never did amount to much, never had much and thus will have little regret when little results in well, little results. This big old fight for the world and taking care of people while building things and collecting memories while storing away treasures that is for the other guy. I prefer to vapidity, the emptiness of eternal hope, hope that someone will give me a sandwich or two to fill that emptiness in my vast resolve. Look, the struggle was too much and you don’t want me being a victim of LTSD do you, another diagnosed casualty of Life Traumatic Stress Disorder do you? I mean you already provide for all of my needs according to somebody else’s taxes, why have to owe me something else?

Well, I prefer to be the new thing under the Sun; the man who is so self-actualized that he need create nothing, do nothing, be nothing or declare nothing for it has all been fulfilled. In fact I have reached self enlightenment and you all are now free from the pressures of a world projection academy and the expectations it has placed upon man for thousands of years. No no purpose for me. No God prescribed nonsense about my tools, talents and assets being used for some Divine Purpose outside my own temporal comprehension. No I will leave that the deep Brothers and Sisters to contemplate. Let them have fates I am fated to wonder around finding someone else’s business to mind. I am mumbling the mantra of my own contentment, it goes yadda, yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah. Like I said Nothing new to see here.

But wait you say this schtick fulfills you and gives you new courage to face the day. Well, then I am happy being your savior. What do you need and how can I quickly fill your head with a bunch of motivational words on how to rev up and out to get this or that? What you need peace. Peace I got, two words, “Don’t fight”.  There’s peace easy peasy.  You too have been struggling against a burden created by the society you never planned to be a part of anyway. Well, change the rules. I mean that is what they did right? Maybe I can utilize this new found celebrity to write the book that will change you life and call it “Everything about Nothing” by me and some other guy who actually does the writing and editing so I can collect on the outcomes. I don’t know folks sounds promising. I think maybe there is space under this sun for my own little version of paradise.