Ham

Isn't the whole challenge, to master oneself? it is a strange walk in life.. one walks down a place where two ways meet.. I liked a certain persons narrative they gave me about meeting a largely overgrown possom, or raccoon, or was it some other wild animal.. but what do you do when you meet yourself.. did da vicster master himself? my initial thought here, is nooooo....

How current is this "meet da staff"? Really? maybe he REALLY means "da ministry". In very very general terms..

looks like *brother* john is experiencing a difficult regeneration.. maybe the sisterhood of karn can help..

as in.. some kind of drastic amount of plastic surgery?

why one last advertisement.. maybe it's "thank gawd, I outlived Grease spot.." "I live to inherit.." what? what do you inherit? Looks like a pretty bare landscape, if you ask me..

and what I wonder.. why do they think the rest of "Christendom" is so helpless? I mean.. they've expounded for if not decades, centuries on the said topics. maybe they don't want any subtleties left in translation.. ah! that's it. they want us to think what THEY think about the bible..

remember when you were young.. you shone like the sun..

welcome to the machine..

Yeah, what do you do.. I've asked some who chose the Roman Catholic faith.. "do you REALLY feel comfortable believing that.. " and if the answer is "yes".. who am I to stand in the way.. At this point, I can't choose anything. Literally.. heh now if a funny dayglo colored bus showed up in front of the house.. or alien cats, or squirrels from outer space.. I'd jump on, in a heartbeat..

sooo. sometimes one can do the best for people.. is to just let them to go through the damned drill.. they aren't going to ask your permission or anything anyway.. so what do you do..

It was long lived.. Sydney, that is..

so yes, my friend.. there are a hundred things I would have done differently.. but what does one do with the results that count.. children, grandchildren.. there is a lot that I would change, and a lot that that I wouldn't even if I could..

he gets no argument from me. He does whatever he wants to.. lately the "whatever" has been a little vague..

sorry, it wasn't my last topic here I guess.. over the last twenty, thirty, forty years.. what would you have done differently? there are some things set in stone that I would not have the cleverness, nor even the inclination to undo even if I could. One can't exactly undo ones's offspring.. nor should one even want to.. but what would you have done differently? Maybe this is da final report, sent to Squirrels in da far, far distant future..

I'm still looking for the same *spot* we can all take off our skins and all be the same..

does believing effect reality.. shouldn't get me started.. yes it does. But one's almighty perspective has to pass many, many committees.. there are quite a few of us, you know.. one has to ask politely. Very, very politely.. sometimes its better just not to ask..

what I find intriguing.. we got to study Hitler, Stalin, Milosevic, Pol Pot.. all rolled up in one, in a very very small microcosm.. maybe that was the point this time around.. the Squirrels report, has been formulated, and sent..

yeah.. somebody wanted *ME* once. I hope I didn't disappoint them. that is, too much..

it depends on the one praying I think.. you get up to that point.. and you ask the question.. do I REALLY want a world fashioned after *ME*.. no thanks.. one of me is more than enough..

very good observation, friend.. I dunno. It's not just *them*.. its us as well.. they haven't approached me with secret ceremonies and such at the university here.. but there are some who won't admit they are in the Doctorate program.. they keep it a secret..

You own.. everything you want in your kingdom.. what da frigging iduits didn't figure.. what it is you want, owns you just as much..

No, you can't just give it away.. as much as I'd like to.. yeah.. it depends on far more than me.. everything does.. maybe that is the lesson this time around.. there is nothing more than I would want.. than for every human soul that graces my presence.. to be a *success*. Whatever that is.. there is so much sadness here.. my own self fits the same description, of others.. but.. this is so damed funny.. they know it is hard, but they want me to have the masters degree in math.. why is it? maybe I still have something to give.. I dunno.. or I hope so..

something like that.. actually.. every student who has ever asked me.. I've shown them line by line.. there have only been about four or five of them.. some really wanted to know.. some of them.. they wanted the grade, even if they skipped the Friday lesson.. and I don't have the power of da Almighty, just to give it away..

he can see demons and witchcraft everywhere.. doesn't that say everything? to see it is one thing.. to actually DO something about it.. I won't say any more..

there is no "what" here. It is, what it is..