Why I don't choose war.

Picture this: Late night in the 'hoods of Los Angeles, coming home, looking for street parking. I see a spot! Close to my apartment! It is on my side of the street, but as I see it, a car from the opposite direction is also seeing the spot. We stop, side-by-side, looking at each other...

Who's spot is it?

Is it mine because I'm facing the correct direction? Or, I think, were they turning around to get the spot? Am I stealing it? So I speak, "Were you turning around to take this spot?"

Chola, she lies, "Yah."

But then I think -- if so, then she turned around to face the wrong direction! So I say, "Why are you turning around twice??"

Caught in what I believe to be a lie, she says, "YO, JUST TAKE IT!" Right about then I realize the car is full of people and I'm by myself, playing Justice, playing Fair.

Although I take the spot and even try to scurry into the safety of my apartment before they come back around, I am feeling major bad joo-joo on the whole situation...hell, I would even consider bashing in my window for it, why wouldn't some disenfranchised youths take some noble pleasure in serving me a dose of reality? So, I head back to my car. By now, they have found a semi-legal spot even closer to their building than where they fought me to park (so the whole trouble was for naught), but none-the-less, I get in, pull out, and drive past them.

Who knows what they thought.

But what I think is that this little scenario is no different than when two powerful nations are facing off for something they both think is theirs. Nations will go to war for it. Like they could have attacked my car, and I saw what they were driving and I know where they live, so then I could have served them retribution. And pretty soon somebody would literally be dead. And why?

Even though I got what I wanted, the parking space was cursed now, worthless, even dangerous, and it left me more scared and saddened than anything else -- victory at the expense of another is worthless! I parked somewhere totally different. I wish now more than anything I had just been humble enough (not scared but HUMBLE enough) to gratefully offer them the spot because they seemed to want it badly enough to fight.

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HE IS AS

GAY

as an April Fag

in a May shower.

"It's Cam-tastic!"

It's my new phrase: Camtastic!

This is an ironic term that describes any quality of life, that appears exactly to our individual liking. The term is derived from a social phenomenon of the late 20th century, beginning 1996 and onward, gaining significant momentum with the installation of high-speed internet to any and all interested urban dwellers. This created an individual, private audience & access to any type of mental fantasy conceivable.

Not surprisingly, sex was one of the most popular of these fantasies. Horny men may have been the enslaved labor-force most responsible for building the World "Wild" Web.

Early, first-generation social impacts are beginning to be recognized: Men's relationship to real, living, breathing, be-talking-a-whole-lotta-they-own-fantasy REAL WOMEN, became increasingly detached in some cases.

Therein the IRONY when a person says of something fabulous ( that it's camtastic ).

The Mathematics of Sorrow

And forgiveness . . . can I forgive you? My friend, my teacher, my lover, my kin?

Foolishness is by how you live your life -- I see greatness, in your smile, and in your spirit. You fail me, repeatedly, convince me again that with three steps backwards you have come two steps forward.

You convince me.

I believe you, and by which time I have fallen to self-hatred: For special commitments to your self-delusion. When and all the while intention in my heart only wanted truth.

You lie and this is how you do it. You parody life. You parade suffering. For your special willingness to do this awful thing, you expect celebration. Sick one!

I have seen suffering, enough to fear it, enough to thank a merciful, generous, patient, forgiving God for sparing me for this tender moment. Which taught me only humility, humility, humility -- for what? What? What do I really know of tomorrow or his Cosmic Plan?

What do you know of tomorrow and the Cosmic Plan?

I *know* you don't know -- that much is true.

Ms. "Savvy Mind" Argumentative? It does not matter, you may say there are some who KNOW, and I agree, we have some ancestral and otherwise legendary teachers...leaders...but in our mortal coils, you and I are but first-year amateurs.

I am hardly good enough at digestion and sex to think of myself greater than it.

And in your proud moments, you respond, "My love! How can you think so lowly of yourself?"

Turned back upon myself. . .emotion of all amplitude and frequencies penetrate me and I am rendered as nothing.

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And when does Man kill? And when does He open a passage for you to empty your blood into the ground? And what cause need he to close the throat of the Ill-Sayer?

The righteous prevail while the meek inherit the earth.
The righteous prevail while the meek inherit the earth.
The righteous prevail while the meek inherit the earth.
The righteous prevail while the meek inherit the earth.

Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.