Rough Day At Work

It's rare but true, that men are frivolous creatures. Today I went to work and the saw the full extent of this aphorism. We live by these maxims that are supposed to make us better, people with morale and ethics (I think they're the same . . .), but do they? I am convinced that even the best of us who try to make philanthropic endeavors are frail and trivial in the pursuits of the heart--even that most valuable "happyness." Basically, I am questioning whether or not we are honest with our selves, let alone another person that is receiving our philanthropy. I mean how hypocritical would it be to the accept these altruisms from our so-called compatriots? Why do we run a muck--or as Shakespear calls "much ado"--over these trivialities? Let truth be plain and true. Let it have no superfluous junk to cut out; no fat. The butcher is watchful to help us in these pursuits. We fluff it with our taint and child's play. We have given it too much attention to destroy what God has already called clean. Pure and unadulterated honesty is what I am getting at. I am going to let what is already postulated survive rather than renovate any other fixations of my mind; after all, what we think best isn't always the best for us. Isn't it circumstantial, anyway?

More Lovely, And I'm Homily

So I haven't written in this blog for a while. I've been writing in my other blog. You should check it out. Let's see . . . oh yes! I've been contemplating what I am going to do about my taxes, other than getting them done, of course. The case is about done. I can't wait until I get my money so that I can pay my medical bills. My goodness, they're expensive. I think they make out to about 3,000 all together.

More for another time

So I just learned how to transfer my old account to the new blogger. This is going to be fun. More to come.