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Good Mornin'

And, a be you tea full spring mornin', it is! Barely froze last night; blue sky, sunshine and a brisk but springlike breeze from the West, Northwest.

Amazin' how so much can happen on the inside, and it all looks so "normal", on the outside. That whole notion, I brought up yesterday, of walkin' with the "sure", sans clue, how things "things" 'll work out, sure is an amazing consideration. Seems ta me, it's like paintin'; if you dip your brush in the red paint, what you paint is like ta turn out red. Walk with the certain and beautiful and you're like ta end up with the certainly beautiful; even if, time ta time, ya have to let go a some dearly held pictures of what beautiful might look like.

While I don't think I could ever accuse Creator of bein' linear, by any stretch, seems ta me, in the completely non linear scheme a things, there would have to be room for somethin' linear, otherwise it wouldn't be completely non linear. No wonder the saints all expressed their love for children, who, so often come up with completely genius stuff, that makes all the sense in the world, without makin' any sense whatsoever.

Kinda the, complete opposite a the stuff we come up with, like government and tax codes; makes no sense whatsoever, but ya listen to the folks that hold stock, long enough....,well, let me rephrase that. If you're willin' to do nothin' else but listen to the folks that buy it...., well, hold on a minute. Actually, it's most likely, that after centuries of endless repition and variations, of the same nonsense, that our very DNA is programmed to where, all it takes anymore, is a sound bite, and instantly, recalling the pain of generations, hopin' and tryin' to make sense a this stuff, our brains shut down, our heart crawls back in their caves and we vote, just so they'll leave us alone and go talk to each other, over there in DC, or wherever.

Anyway, God Bless the Children and Pray for the New Mayan Calendar; supposed ta be a corker!

Have a great day!

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