What if 50 righteous men can be found? What if 40 righteous men can be found?
You know the story. Honestly, the whole situation is beyond the point of ridiculous. Who do you believe, whose opinion do you respect, what news agency is telling the truth, should we or shouldn't we be there, will democracy ever be accepted, yada-yada-yada.
You know what I do every once in a while. I envision a satellite way out there in space. Then I imagine the photo-imagery of the planet. I follow the image down, it zooms closer and closer; now it's focusing on the United States, now it's on MN, now it's on Rockford, now it's on my neighborhood, now it's on my house. And there I am, in my own little square foot plot of this earth with the entire planet around me and 6 1/2 billion other people out there doing things that I have absolutely no control over. Then I project out to envision history, and imagine scenes in my mind from history I know. I picture people and places, victories and conquests, loves found and loves lost, births and deaths. What does it all mean? What do my own opinions and beliefs and activities mean in midst of this vastness of humanity and life?
Then: I wipe, flush, wash my hands, and go back out and finish watching Dawg the Bounty Hunter. Life is normal again.
4 comments:
I didn't realize you were on the toilet!
I will never understand men, they can't just go in do the job and get out in an expedient, efficient manner. Bathroom pontification...personally I would rather contemplate life in more pleasant surroundings.
Mocha-Momma
No mystery on the deleted comment, Mocha-momma had just posted the same comment twice, so I deleted the repeat.
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