Primitive Christianity Revived, Again
Less reverence for everyone's poor silly gospels.
More attention to what that other silly fool actually means.
More faith in the One who leads us.
More sense of proportion.
More time than I have to waste, lately.
If I've recently failed to hold up my end in Friendly games of Mudinyourface, it may be because I'd much rather have it in someone else's face-- or maybe that really never was the object. Not even my object. Not even when it's been fun.
Do what you like here. Your daughter won't pick up her mores from me. Or from you.
Bradley Manning is in prison. The President, the Supreme Court, and Congress are running around loose. I've promised, a couple of times, to "defend the Constitution of the United States from all enemies, foreign or domestic." But sometimes what one intends just doesn't turn out realistic.
Methane is boiling out of the water, from the Siberian coastal shelf. There's rough weather coming, and it won't be "the teachings of human beings" that gets us through that.