Does it really matter in my case?

"Uhh!" I felt as if I was part of this old wooden bed, woven into its smooth silk quilted fabric, unable to break free. I wondered, 'Is that why I'm still lying here, unable to get out of bed?' Of course not! I finally managed to untangle myself and get up 6 hours later, half past 1 o'clock in that early afternoon on Wednesday. What am I going to do now? I had some coffee and just sat there staring into open space, thinking about what I could start writing in my new journal, but I couldn't budge now that I was glued to my leather chair and table. I tried to pray like the old Prophet Daniel, but I just dosed off to sleep in my chair, feeling hopeless and tired. I'm going back to bed; I will try again tomorrow. My cellular phone started buzzing, so I peeked. It was an unknown number, and I was glad to see my wooden bed.

Can you? Hear me when I cry?

I'm not surprised or even sure, for that matter, why people think that way. Can I help that I am a 6-foot 1-inch boy from the ghetto? I didn't start that way. Heck, I'm not even a bastard. I remember my father and my mother. They were married for a short while. What happened? Why are you asking me? I'm the 6-foot 1-inch black boy from the ghetto. I remember our home as a kid. I can even remember running and playing around the yard and in the streets of the city of Miami, Florida. That's where I was born and where I'm from, silly. When I got lost, my dog found me and brought me back home. I'm the youngest of seven. My parents bore five boys and two girls. So, why would you think I would remember that dog's name? If I sent a text message out today, I could find out with ease but is learning that dog's name that important? What's essential to me is; why I am here! The 70's. The ghetto in Orlando, Florida. The city of Orlando wasn't known as The City Beautiful as it is today. I was in fifth grade back then. I remember our old home but not too much about him. I'm trying to hold on to whatever memory I have left, but my head starts to hurt when I think that hard. Are you starting to get the point? Please stop it then. I asked you before why you didn't answer me? Well then, why are you comparing me to that four-foot 9-inch fifth-grader who doesn't live in the ghetto and who has both of his parents? Why does life seem so unfair? Can you? Hear me when I cry? Yeah, I am the biggest of the two, but I wasn't given the same tools to build with. But they look at me and claim it's my fault that I'm building my life the wrong way. They say I got out of the ghetto, and I'm alive today. I wish I could have told you, young man; it's not only the tools you use but the choices that you make. From five to fifty-three, I'm married and happy as can be. Can you? Hear me when I cry?

Why Is It So Easy To?

And, you're asking me? Becky said in a somewhat surprised tone. Why I never thought about it until you mentioned it first, Kerri. What's wrong? Becky asked: Who's the blame this time? Nobody's the blame, Becky; for once, can you at least give me a chance to explain my reasonings, Becky? Sure! Kerri expressed herself with both of her hands, spread apart, and then asked. Have you ever wondered why? Why what? Becky wondered. Then Kerri said. Why it's so easy to-? Okay, and you're thinking, why is it so easy to express yourself or just let it out? Becky squawked as if Kerri was across the room, but she was standing right in front of her. Yeah! Something like that, Kerri calmly whispered back to Becky as she was so busy with her current task of filing papers, not taking the time to notice the distressed look over Kerri's face. I guess it's something like that, then! Kerri folded her arms and realized this is not the right time to express herself to a co-worker who was too busy to notice her anyway. So, she too said "something like that" under her breath and walked back over to her desk. Why is it so easy to overlook someone in need of your help? When is the right time to stop what you're doing to pay attention to the needs of others? Are you too busy, or just not interested? Is it about time you asked yourself, "why is it so easy to?"

"Now that's Curiosity!"

It all just came to me like a flood. I can't even explain the joy that's exuding out of me. "Now that's Curiosity!" According to a Republic World update, it launched November 26, 2011, and landed on Mars' near Aeolis Mons in Gale Crater on August 6, 2012. Five successful landings of seven [The loss of Mars 2, and 3] I love Science! It reveals so much about creation. It has been written, "In the beginning, God created the heavens and earth. The One who dwells above the earth's circle has stretched out the heavens like a fine gauze. —Everything that resides within the heavens is transparent. "Now that's Curiosity!" Did you see those pictures? I wonder if that's our Milkyway Galaxy? It has to be! If you haven't heard by now, you've missed a lot. First of all, we went back to Mars. This time to drill rocks and store the information for future use. "Water!" What caused the water to evaporate? "Life!" I do know this! "Everything the true God makes endures forever!" Eccl. 3:14. You see! The Bible and Science parallel before the fork in the road. My road is my road! The road leading to enduring forever with whats written. Thank you, NASA! —National Aeronautics and Space Administration. Thank you, Hubble! Thank you! I'm so looking forward to this new journey on Mars. Those sounds were somewhat kind of like a submarine. The wind and echoing were very eerie. I'm so looking forward to the Mars summit. Are they meeting to discuss how to store the deposits of future pick-ups? "Perseverance, you're up!" "You're already a hero!" I'm waiting for my next Mars relay. I wonder if I can catch anything with my telescope?

"Red!" "Red!" "Red!"

"Red!" "Red!" "Red!" It's everywhere; it's like I'm stuck in this fairy tale telling a tale of how the color Red was like an overflow. "Red!" "Red!" "Red!" Why, why, why, is everything so "Red!" "Red!" "Red!" My observations are precise, and there's nothing but cars besides with all their brake lights showing "Red!" I got a quick glimpse, and they're all senior citizens. This sight of "Red" brake lights is not the end I wanted to see. Brake light after brake light after brake light. Why, why, why, are there so many "red brake lights everywhere I can see?" "Red! "Red!" "Red!" I've gotta know why there is so much "Red!" Google, what is going on in Groveland, Florida today? There is a Covid-19 vaccination site 1 mile up ahead on the right. No wonder there is so much "Red!" "Red!" "Red!" and seniors. Well, if that's the case, I feel happy and sad all at the same time. I love our senior community. Now I know why there is so much "Red!" "Red!" "Red!" All those brake lights for miles were just "Red!" "Red!" "Red!" The only thing on my mind was "Red!" "Red!" "Red!" Did you say just "Red!" "Red!" "Red!"

"Where is Newton?" "Newton!"

Please, please, where is Newton? When you need something or someone the most, it seems they're never there when you truly need them. "Newton!" Ah, there you go! How did you get way over there? Don't answer that as if you could anyway. But if you could, I wonder what the sound would be? Well, looky there, tic, tic, tic, tic. Okay, I get the point now. Why would someone move you without telling me? Don't they know by now you could become very bobsy-die and cause a lot of difficulties? Who caused you all of this uneasiness? It doesn't matter, Newton your safe with me now. Ah, now everything is in place. You're where I fit you for my desktop where you were supposed to be early. And I'm right where I'm supposed to be, right in front of you, or would you prefer a look at my good side view, Newton? Where was I? Do you remember Newton? You are probably not just staring at me to stare unless I start to bingle with you for no apparent reason. Only then would you have a lot to say. Well, not today, Newton! So you can stare all you want too. I have to finish this estimate. "See!" You made me remember Newton! I will never forget that phrase, "A reasonable mind, many probably would say, 'A good mind' never forgets." Newton, Mr. Potter, was very meticulous, and he wanted me to write out every detail. Hey! Newton, I need you now, buddy. "Let's bingle!" Just a little shove, and you're off. In the meantime, where is my pencil sharpener? This one is old school. You hear me now, Newton? Tic, tic, tic, tic. Of course, you do. Let me know if you get a little tired from all that friction now, okay? Hey, Newton! You have five balls in somewhat of a cradle. Do they ever get hot? Tic, tic, tic, tic. I guess that means no! Huh? You're alright with me, Newton; it seems you always stand alone at your center. Why is that? Tic, tic, tic, tic. Are you trying to say balance? Tic, ti— of course, you are! Now you dun done it again, Newton. Now my eyes are in tune with your movements. Left, left, center, right, left, tic, tic, tic, tic. Come on, Newton! We need this job, buddy! Just as I caught sight of a towel to stop all functions at once if I chose to. But how could I? Why would I? I just couldn't! Do that to you. Newton, you're my friend! Oh, I see you've gained some momentum, but how is that possible? I haven't touched you. It must be the heat that's energizing you. Are we good, Newton, or do I need to have a fire extinguisher on standby? Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic, tic! I guess we're good. My pencil has been sharpened up and ready for action! Newton! This job is ours. I gave Mr. Potter 5% off the total project balance of $5,000.00. He's going to save $250.00, Newton! I told you, Newton. We got this, buddy! Tic, tic, tic, tic, pop! "What?"

"You just got a problem!"

I know it's always been this way for you. If it's one thing you're famous for is that saying of yours. It's my way, or you can take the freeway. I knew from the beginning there was no second-guessing what was said; she meant every word of it. It's usually not this early in the morning you expect to hear such a statement, especially after adjusting your busy schedule to pick up an individual carpooler who has three cars. She's my boss in all, but this is my vehicle. Do I deserve some respect? Adjustments are some of the goals I've been working on since last summer, but this is a two-hour trip, and I'm thinking in the back of my mind, come on, you got to be kidding me, right? Um, Tabby, could you grab my coffee off the counter in the kitchen? Sure, Mrs. Butkins. Hurry now, I don't want to be late, Mrs. Butkins says in a mild tone as she lets out a loud sigh. Then she throws her leather Kelvin Klien jacket over her left shoulder into Tabby's Subaru Outback's back seat, which was already laden with snacks for their upcoming board meeting in Tampa, Florida. Here we go! Got it, Mrs. Butkins; alright, close the door behind you. I could lock it on the way. Whew, girl, it's freezing! In here, can we get some heat going in what this is again? It's a Subaru, Tabby said softly, but in the back of her mind, it sounded like, "lord, it is the safest car in America!" What's your problem now? Speak up! I could hardly hear you, Tabby, girl! Get the heat going, please. This is my baby Mrs. Butkins, a "Subaru!" What? Okay, I thought you had a remote start on your baby! I wanted to say, 'I chose life over gadgets' so bad, but I stayed in a reserved mode. Tabby, would you believe I stayed up half the night trying to figure out which hotel had the better amenities. I turned my head slightly to the left and chuckled a little, and said Mrs. Butkins, "oh no!" In my mind, you guys know it couldn't be good, but surprising myself, I felt remorseful instead of saying, "I believe it!" I thought to myself for a moment she must be exhausted and reasoned that must be the reason for her outburst. That's until we got on the way and I said, I thought Sidney was handling or scheduling our trip? She did! Had us staying at the Holiday Inn, and a Hyatt was right across the Boulevard. I left you booked at the Holiday Inn, but I will be across the Hyatt's Boulevard at the Hyatt. At least you'll still be able to get company points and complimentary breakfast. Just make sure you're there to pick me up at least 20 minutes early. That should give your baby plenty of time to heat up. Please make sure it's heated! For you, Mrs. Butkins, you know I will. Of course, I will make sure it's nice and warm from the cold. Oh' why won't my mind say it will be nice and frigid? Oh my! Where is the eject button! "Where!?" You know what? It just came to me! In my mind, it's clear. "You just got a problem!"

"Everything living is fighting for life!"

Do you see what's happening? Everything living is fighting for life. By being created in the image of God, I could tell you everything there is or answer any questions they're about life. Everything living is fighting for life. Take, for instance, the water cycle it continues. Who set its laws into place? Was it a Creator? Look around you! can you feel the gale? Look around you! Can you see the sun? Look around you! can you smell that sunflower? "See there!" Look at that tree, as it stands so tall and vibrant, but what would it be without the tiniest little creatures called a honey bee, a hummingbird, a monarch butterfly, a grasshopper, a bumblebee, and a ladybug? Everything living is fighting for life. "Stop!" Please and think for a moment. I love science! It was one of my favorite subjects behind geometry, history, and home economics. When I can fight off the mosquitoes, I love star gazing and watching the various consolations close to midnight when the heavens are such a beautiful sight. Year after year, the consolations are still in their exact place. Was it a design of a Creator? I think about Egypt's Pyramids and how science is trying to figure out how earlier humankind accomplished this. Now think about a loving Creator with his ability to create anything. Who taught you to love? Now can you see what's happening? There is simply no comparison to Creation. Everything living is fighting for life. Why? Have you ever heard it was said that blood is thicker than water? How can that be so when it's water that's saving you because your blood can't even redeem your brother. Now can you see it! Who's standard showed you how to love? I'm reminded of it every time I watch a sporting event. Are you? Who gave you what you have the breathe of life? Are you thankful for the life that you have or the life that you gave? [XX, XY] Was it designed? Was the code written allowed for only one to determine the outcome? Everything living is fighting for life. Are you thankful for the animal kingdom for carrying the seeds to plant another tree? Are you grateful for the sea? Would you believe it holds half the world's oxygen in its plants under the sea? My neighbors, please look around you and know. Everything living is fighting for life. "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" Have you ever wonder, Why?" Everything living is fighting for life. "Please tell me, tell me, tell me if you could! If you fought to marry, you fought to win the game, and you fought to get the attention of others, you fought when your head was beneath water, you fought when you were on the Florida beach sands relaxing, you fought when you found yourself preparing for a hurricane. "Why? "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" Was it because "Everything living is fighting for life?" Please, please look around you. It's still there! And you know what else? It is "Relevant!" today just as much as it was when you put it there. That old book "The Holy Bible!" Within its pages lies all of the wisdom and the answers to your questions about why "Everything living is fighting for life." All you need to know about making the right choice to win your life is there. I'm willing to help teach you with a helping hand. I was giving that command. Please allow me to help you understand why "Everything living is fighting for life!" It's my purpose too!

"Of course, I am!" Sorry.

I was from the moment I hurt you. How can anybody in this world ever want to hurt you? Why would anybody knowingly want to hurt someone just because for their simple pleasure anyway? Usually, this only happens when you might be thinking of only yourself, perhaps. How hard is it to consider someone else's feelings first, nonetheless? Obviously, this is pretty hard because it keeps happening all the time. Am I willing to acquiesce? "Absolutely!" It's my thought, and I should have thought of you before I proceeded down that long windy, winding road in the wrong direction. Now that I've thought it through, though, it seemed it was only one thing left that was right for me to do. Turn around swiftly with my head held high, going in the right direction, full of confidence that in time when I reach you, I could show you how sorry I am by owning my wrongs and correcting them in my imperfection. You know me! "Of course, I am!" Sorry. I know you are, and thank you for recognizing your mistakes and correcting them. I love you, my love. How would you like to take a walk in the garden today? I think that's a great idea. I need that soothing relaxation.

"Black beauty looks just like me!"

No, why would you say Black Beauty is a horse? Right, I've heard of that horse Black beauty. It has been in many movies and now on the pages of many books. Okay, the horse was excellent, but what about Black Beauty in life? What would you say it is, Black Beauty? Could it be in a traffic signal? Could it be on an ironing board? Could it be coming from the sounds of a microphone? Could it be hidden under a railway? Could it be found on the back seat of a bus? Is it a basketball or a snake? Is it a poet? Can you hear it in a song? Can you tap it? Can you swing at it? Can you dig it? Can you balance it? Does it run? Will it fly? Can it dance? Is it smart? "Wow!" I never knew Black Beauty could be so many things. Well, look into the archives of the history of Black Beauty. Go on and say it I know you want to. Alright, Black Beauty looks just like you! Really!?

"My Heart Is Full With Pity!"

"How much more can one's heart take before it breaks from observing all of the turmoil around him?" What can I do? What more can I say to bring comfort to many? "I want to!" If I reached out and touched you, would that relieve you from your heartache and pain? How could one possibly find joy from all of the World's fireworks always around him? These last days are full of fireworks amidst so much trouble and pain. "Who is the blame?" I can't help but see through it all with my mind's eye and how quickly we've arrived at the crescendo, the end of it all. My heart is full of pity, so full of compassion, even though so many may find themselves loaded down with anxiety. Is there something more than yourself you could focus on? Usually, when something is not about you, it is something bigger surrounding it. Here is where the reader uses discernment. You have found yourself deep in sorrow, but there is something more than you involved. What will you do? If you dropped your last dollar in a dark room, wouldn't you quickly grab a flashlight to search for it? How do you feel about searching for the truth about what's bigger than you in your present state? Haven't you ever wondered why there are so much sickness and death all around you? Why are there so many different Religions? Who is God? What is the Kingdom of God? Why is there Good and Evil? Why is there Truth and Lies or Right or Wrong? These are vital questions you need to find out the truth about, and then only then will you be able to see with your mind's eye what's bigger than you in your present state. What could I do other than grasp you by the hand and guide you along the way? Because, When I look, and when I see, my heart is full of pity for the vast harvest and the sea.

"Please Don't Turn Away From Me. I'm Talking To You!"

"Please don't turn away from me. I'm talking to you!" Now is not the time to act with a stubborn attitude towards me or life. You promised you would be there when we replant "Sweetie's Palm" in the New World to come. Yes, this is 2020, but it sounds like 2070. Please tell me if you can, what are you going to do tomorrow? Is that day promised to you? "No!" But God has promised a New World Society of righteous people to live on earth very shortly. Did you know? If you read a few verses from God's word daily, you could hear God say to you the exact things that I'm saying to you right now. "Isn't that wonderful?" Here's the problem with accomplishing that as a goal, though. Ask yourself, what is a goal? In an essential term, it is a priority. It takes effort, right? Of course, it does. Always remember no one can set your goals or priorities for you. An examination of your motives is in question. Aren't you tired of saying I need to do this or that? Realistically speaking, the latter can go on for a lifetime. "Isn't it about the time [to listen to God's Word] to walk over there and stand in front of it [The Mirrior] and make the change?" Try This: Write down in your daily journal the most important things a day involves like worship, prayer, supplication, your family, your neighbors, your work, etc. Please place them in your order. Always remember to put the most important things first. You see, it takes exerting one's self to do what's right. It takes courage to put up a hard fight to accomplish meaningful goals in life. "Fight!" And go to work to keep your life on the right track. So you can be there when we replant "Sweetie's Palm" in The New World to come. "Yes, now is the time to listen!" "Please don't turn away from me. I'm talking to you!" Dedicated to a beloved sister. Lasandra Wheeler

"Am I Home?"

Three hundred and twenty years ago, my Ancestors were taken from their Western African home and sold to European slave traders brought to American Colonies in the South. My Ancestors were stolen from their families, and forcibly put to work on plantations in the South. Am I home!? I'm African American, an Immigrant of an enslaved people brought from their natural home in Western Africa from the 15th to the 18th Century. So that's it! Please drop the African. "I'm an American!" Why do I have to be constantly reminded I'm from an enslaved people. What's going on? First, I was Negro, Biracial, Colored! Then African-American, Black, Race 2, and now "A Person Of Color!" So I was born here as an Immigrant because my Ancestors were not allowed any freedoms until after America's Colonization. Why was the North and the South so different? Of course, the same smile of wealth still exists to this day. If you hit a man in his pocket or take away his lively hood, he'll fight or even kill. Sadly this happened during the 1739's uprising. Those were dark days indeed. My Ancestors were healthy, and they were bold! And courageous! They were sold, cold, and told. But I'm here today! My Ancestors did all they can to make sure of my survival. My Ancestors made it through. "Who were they?" [Western Africa, I wonder if I have descendants there? I know I do!] "They made it through!" I want to know more so badly. I have so many questions to ask. Where do I start? I love history. I'm an African-American, and I'm Home!

"Walla!"

Are you finally satisfied with your accomplishment? You arrived on the scene with all speed and spared no dollars during the process. You've left all things behind like, God, family, friends, and love. You're so bright standing in front of that spotlight. I remember you! Your mouth is as sharp as a double-edged sword. Every time it opens, it cuts someone. I remember you! You are street smart. You can talk a person out of their last dollar. I remember you! You are the one sitting on the corner who observes everything that moves. How did you do it? You've come a long way. You've spent your whole life having it your way. How did you finally come up? We'll "Walla!" What can I tell you? You have to be, and you know, somewhat selfish out there. Ain't nobody going to give you nothing I had to get it how I can get it I'm just saying. You can get it how you can get it too. You must know what you want and take it if you know what I mean. You think this spotlight is shining on me because I was nice? Nah, being nice wasn't a part of it. At what cost did you accomplish this? What do you mean, my brother, at all cost! Step back a little; I wouldn't want my spotlight to shine on you. Thank you for that. That's about the most considerate thing you've said up to this point. To each is his own. Well, you did it, "Walla!"

"Is it okay to cry? I did it yesterday!"

Tears are as real as all of the emotions built up inside you; they're no different from the clouds above. You like me, probably never imagined having anything in common with the clouds above. They swell to fill up and burst free. I did the same thing yesterday. For no reason, I guess it's probably a built-up cloud-ready to release a torrent of emotions inside of me. I wouldn't be alarmed because after a very long drought, everything around you seems lifeless until the drought season end and the torrents finally come. I looked up and down and then turned to the right and left and saw everything around me. "Is it okay to cry? I did it yesterday!" "When will my relief come!?" I've been sighing and crying from observing all of the things around me. Sadly I hear it too! I've listened to all of it—the moaning and groaning struggling to make it through another drought. The timing is nearer now than ever before I can fill it in the wind. I can see it in the clouds swells all around me. My emotions are raging inside of me. Is it okay to cry? I did it yesterday. Finally, the clouds burst with torrents as I did with tears. We have no more fears. This valley between The Two Mountains is full of torrents like I was with tears.

"Another one hundred and sixty-eight!"

"Ooooh!" five Saturdays this time. I already know what I"m about to do. Yep! "Ray!" What "Ray!" You just read your mind. "You mean our mind, right, partner!" That would be my conscience speaking to me. We have these conversations daily; it seems. I love it! I'm never alone, and I always have someone to meditate upon. Don't forget your coupon, Ray. I won't; thanks for the reminder. Is there anything we need in particular? Yeah, we're starting another one hundred and sixty-eight. Let's see, the last I remember, we had one thousand sheets of printer paper. But we're not printing smarty. We're writing! Hey, I was going down the list of everything we have in the house. You asked, so I gave you a detailed list of the particulars we already have so you can decide on what we don't have. Well, thank you for dignifying me but let me do this, okay. "Whatever you say, "Ray!" Now, where was I? Oh yeah, gather supplies for another one hundred and sixty-eight. Got it! Let me get two of those number two college note pads. I'm just saying I would get four if I were you. "But you are me!" What is your problem today, partner? You know better than me, I guess. You guess. I should have left you home. "Haha. Please do next time, please. I can't wait to see how that works out for you. Okay, three of those college note pads, "partner!". Either or ither [Ither means other] either he just ignored me or didn't hear me. Let me try and say it a little louder this time. I said four of those college note pads. Yeah, I heard you, but you can buy four when you start bringing in the money after a forty-hour workweek. I should have stayed home. But you didn't because you knew how important this was for me. You mean us, right, Ray? Yeah, us partner. I [we] have to focus on writing for twenty hours this week, and you know it. Now tell me you didn't enjoy researching about the 'ferocious wild beast.' for ten hours last week. Ah, yeah, that was some in-depth information about that small horn getting bigger and bigger. I remeber, remember. I, you mean we, right? "What?" Yeah, we partner. Whatever makes you feel better. "Stamps!" Don't forget the stamps, Ray! Okay, now please go back to sleep. I'll awaken you once I start on our eleven hours of meditation and bible readings for the week. You mean we can start it, right, Ray? "AH!" "Right partner!" We can do the hourglass each day plus ten minutes. What about our four hours for the Public Talk, Watchtower Study, and Mid-Week Meetings? Slow down, partner. When we get to that, well, be ready. Hey, what do you want to do for our family worship this week, Ray? We have two hours scheduled. Hm, that's a good idea, partner. Let's watch, "Jonah!" "Alright!" Now I think I got everything. "You mean we got everything right, Ray?" "What?" Yeah, we partner, we got everything. Check out time. Hey Ray, what are you going to do with the other eighty-one hours? First of all, you mean, what are we going to do with the additional eighty-one hours? Well, partner forty hours of sleep during the week and forty-one hours of free time to use wisely. Maybe we could do some yard work or grocery shopping for the elderly. That's a great idea, Ray. No football, scrabble, or chess? Of course, there is a little time for that too, partner. Let's get some lunch. I'm starving. What do you have a taste for lunch partner? "Liver!" "What?"

"I heard it with my own ears, but I'm broken!"

I keep on keeping on during a period when everything everywhere seems to be broken and out of sorts. I keep on keeping on. I'm not going to stop now; I must keep on keeping on. Just to be clear, if I quit now, what would it accomplish? I gotta continue on The Way. I prepared well for this journey that's ahead of me. It doesn't matter if in mind, body, and spirit I'm broken. I must keep on keeping on. I heard it with my own ears. You see, you can continue no matter what situation, no matter what challenge, no matter what pain you carry. You can keep on keeping on. I heard it with my own ears, but I'm broken. I will continue to keep on keeping on all my days. I prepared well for this journey. When I don't think that time to be it, 'my comfort will come!' you won't ever find me without an identity. "I'm wide awake!" My gaze just keeps on keeping on deep into the night. I can smell it as my lamps keep on burning bright. "Look!" Being broken is real. I recall hearing it from many with my own ears. But what I'm trying to show you is, you can keep on keeping on even though you have been beaten down by a lousy spirit, breathing air that could if you let it destroy a whole body with its spirit in that valley called Hinnom. Is it possible to be broken but keep on keeping on? "Yes!" Look at me. I'm doing it now. "I can't stop, I won't stop!" This route is not without confrontation. But if you could come along, I could adjust my pace along the path. I could show you how to gain strength and follow "The Way!" You're going to be amazed at His 'unexpected ways' as He guides us by spirit. The sunlight and moonlight speed towards that particular day. "Are you coming?" I gotta keep on keeping on although I'm broken. This is my path; though cramped, I will not divert to a different channel.

"Why would you say; 'you thought,' I was depressed?" "Maybe I am!"

I know; I heard it too. 'Isn't that supposed to be your best friend?' I thought so also. I'm not alarmed. Sometimes people think they know you more than you know yourself. Of course, they are usually unlettered and lack experience and empathy. In fact, "what have I done on your behalf!?" "Did I not build you up!?" "Did I not encourage you daily!?" "Did I not set you before my own body!?" "When did I delay when you called for me!?" "When did I not stand up for you!?" "When did I ever turn aside from you!?" "What did I do when we first met!? 'I embrace you,' did I not!?" "What did I do when you told me everything!? 'I cried with you.' Did I not!?" "What did I give you when we both had nothing!? Was it not 'my love and friendship' that pulled us through!?" "Why, then, 'did you say!'" "You thought I was depressed!" "Maybe I am!"

"That circle!" "Are you in it!?"

"That Circle!;" "Are you in it!?" "Why?"Because this is where the happenings are. I don't have to know anyone, but I can hear everything as I go about my way. "I love that!" It appears like I know everyone. But that doesn't matter; I'm not the 'Black hat' they are! The association, though, does it affect you? Why should I let it? I do just enough to get me what I need. I don't see any harm in that. Many probably would beg to differ, but who I'm I to say so? But not yourself? Quite frankly, my friend, you were only born with one face, not two. Why do you have two faces? Although you may appear to be beautiful, both of your faces are unpleasant. Did you think you could walk within this circle and not become unattractive like the ones you're walking beside? Let me ask you this. Have you ever watched Animal Planet and seen a two-headed snake?

"No, of course not!" Well, my friend, "I have!" The two heads always fought one another. They couldn't figure out they belonged together. "They were out-right disagreeable with one another!" What about you? "Is that the way you feel about yourself?" "And those two faces?" That, my friend, I will leave with you to ponder. I love you as a friend. I'm not here trying to still your thunder. I think you're walking in a circle full of blunders. "Why?" When life has so many beautiful wonders.

"I'm amazed at the creation of this earthworm!"

"I'm amazed at the creation of this earthworm!" [https://en.wikipedia.org/.../File:Annelid_redone_w_white...] "I'm simply amazed!" Just look with your own eyes. Can you see the wisdom behind this design? I'm always careful not to harm them. They play a vital role in breaking down organic matter within the earth's soil. For his invisible qualities are clearly seen from the world’s creation onward because they are perceived by the things made, even his eternal power and Godship so that they are inexcusable. Romans 1:20. [g76 11/8 pp. 21-22]