Terry just asked me if I were the President of the United States and had proof there was life beyond this planet, would I tell the People? He'd seen a program last night that I hadn't seen, so his thoughts were running along the path the show took.
Well, that wasn't the right joke, but I ended up thinking about this for a moral. What is Everything in relation to Life? Bear with me now. The grade I worked the hardest for was the B+ I got in Philosophy. The part that's is a close to Math as I ever want to get.
Always so obvious. I've been boo-hooing about the foods I can't eat, instead of celebrating the foods I can.
...start singing in the rain.
Be very glad that you can't hear me sing.
My uncle Frankie was the joke teller on Dad's side of the family. I'm going to warn you right now, I use the word Asshole, so if that offends you, don't read this. Uncle Frankie told the long, rambling joke when I was about ten years old, and for some reason I didn't hear the punchline. I told this joke for years, warning my audience it was joke only. About ten years ago, I learned it wasn't a joke, really. It was a story with a moral.
One day some of the Body's Parts began thinking they needed a King. The Brain said, "I should be the King because I'm smart." The Heart said, "No, I should be the King because I'm so strong." "You are both wrong," shouted the Skin. "I'm the biggest!" Soon all the Body Parts were arguing who should be the King, when the Asshole chirped, "I want to be King."
You could have heard a gallstone drop while the Body Parts stared in disbelief at the Asshole. "You can't be King," they all said in disgust. "You're an Asshole." They all ignored him as they started arguing again.
As you can imagine, the Asshole was very hurt. He sat in the corner and pouted instead of doing his job.
Very soon, the Brain became sluggish, the Heart felt funny, the Skin was clammy. One by one, the other Body Parts began to fill really bad, but the Asshole wasn't budging. Finally, all the Body Parts begged the Asshole to be King, and so it was.
The moral of the story is: Any Asshole can be King.
Some long shots. Getting back in the swing of things. Can't believe that I practically slept through Spring after celebrating Winter.
Food as Sin.
I have only just recognized that there is a sin beyond Pride. Give me a couple of days, and I may still tie Gluttony in as an off shoot of Pride, but where I am today is being guilty of eating without celebration. I have allowed myself to be shackled by compulsion. I am not living the dream because I have chosen not to live it. Sometimes life sucks and we need to shout it as loud as we can. I don't quite see the blessing here, but I now acknowledge the curse.
If you don't dream they can't come true