My Head Is Spinning
Walking through ‘life’ in a daze of deception is it any wonder that trying to wrap my mind around the basis of understanding is like being a mouse in a maze scented with cheese in every nook and corner all the while being denied the actual reward itself. I find it amazing the depth of ‘complexity’, all created just for Man to explore endlessly and of course fruitlessly. The point being there is no way out of the maze.
This is something that I just have to say. Living the mobile life means that we have to have a place to land for the night. It’s not as easy as you might think, at least not for us and one of the requirements of landing for the night is being okay with the fact of being in an animal cesspool. I’m not kidding.
What The 'ell
I’m not very happy. In my embrace of discord the narrow view requires certain convictions. Among these I can say without a doubt that it is quite unpleasant to have the knowledge that there are some who remain a target.
‘Ain’t from around here, are ya’ It’s true. Maybe that’s why I stay under the radar so much. Of course the other reason is that I’m but a scared whittle boy afraid to do anything…. anything at all.
I’m on the move. House, gone. Kids, out the door. Job, long, long gone. Wife, well… sometimes people put up with me and some… don’t. What the hell are you doing here anyway? Don’t ask me ‘cuz I just live here.
A Walk in The Shadows
I do not stand in front, you will never see me at the fore-front. It’s not because I do not wish to be the target, it’s that I know my place in the universe. You see that twinkle in God’s eye, yeah…. that’s me. Humility. Being humble means that one is not full of the idea of one’s self. The big error in many, many so-called philosophies is that the concept of me is all important — and it is. But that is not the full story and is one best left for you to discover or perhaps, uncover. Believe me, it’s already there.
The Mystery of Man
I don’t make myself known. Sure, I’ve got a website and post the ever-popular ‘crazy’ notions that things are not what they appear and perhaps even delve into far-out ‘imaginings’, but that doesn’t change anything. I am under the radar in the same way that I am behind those who, as it may be said, lead. You don’t know me and in all likelihood never will.
Let My People Go
Sometimes I feel like Charlton Heston when he udders that memorial line: “Let my people go.”