After noon. You completed mowing all but the
postage stamp southwest corner of the yard. The Boy Scouts are delivering
twenty bags of mulch this afternoon. This is an annual rite of Spring; they
deliver and make some money in the process. While you were taking a break
before finishing up the front yard you caught a thought that made you smile and
even laugh out loud momentarily because there is a truth in it about yourself –
“I can’t see the trees for the Forrest.” – Amorella
1225
hours. That Gump part of me – where the brain wires get crossed or are
shortened — gets stuck and I don’t think properly. The thought popped up out of
nowhere but the truth is sometimes I really can’t see the trees (most everyone
else appears to see) for the Forrest in me. This is just the way it is. And, in
context particularly I find it quite amusing, a joke of nature. Some might find
the ironies in life depressing, but deep in there, or deep inside me (one way
or the other) I find it amusing. This, to me, shows there is an Intelligence of
some sort out there and in all of us and humor is a part of what it is. I like
that.
Write it orndorff. It is a thought. –
Amorella
1235
hours. . . . an Intelligence that might exist even on the other side of what I
call G---D. Perhaps a ‘setting’ of G---D.
You
consider the thought blasphemous. – Amorella
1238
hours. It is a leap of thought on what was there before G---D existed. I find it
unsettling but it is impossible to leap beyond or too close because of respect
for G---D, this then serves as a reminder to me that G---D is Beyond this sort
of thinking and thus even Grander as a Creator of All Things and Beyond. And,
this coming from an agnostic no less. - rho
The rest of the day was family busy you watched the boys playing soccer on the front lawn while Carol and Kim talked. Carol is on the couch, Kim came downstairs after the boys went to sleep. So, now you will have conversation. Post. - Amorella
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