Hungry as a bear.

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I keep creating posts, then pulling them, or in this case not posting.  How to say what is to be said?

Imagine you are a bug that can live on relatively deep water.  You are doing just that.  Something changes, however.  The water begins to move and swirl in ways unknown to you.  It is beyond your literal experience.  You don't quite have the strength to fully resist, but you have some ability to maintain control... for a while.  You don't know how long the changes will last.  You know nothing.  You are a water bug on top of the water in a tub, and the drain plug has been pulled.  Should you resist, as long as you can.  Should you go with the water, saving your strength for survival or escape at some other crucial point.  Does it matter?  You don't, and can't, know.  As with seeing, and writing, tone, and direction, I simply don't know.  I feel compelled to spill the beans.  So, for the most part, I will.  I just don't always have to like it.  Pretty brutal.  Don't go if you can't handle... darker things.  -From yesterday night. ~ The Management.

Oh, right.  I reordered the time and date to properly reflect when this post would have, perhaps should have, gone to print.

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I just couldn't get it together well enough to cook.  Which would have required a few other tasks, beside cooking.  No heart for it.  A shower and a trip to town.  A little shopping while I was there.  Food doesn't taste all that good, but the hunger remains, even after eating.  Oh well.  It's late, but not so late that tomorrow will necessarily be off.  I'll be to bed shortly, and set the alarm, plus keep the phone close enough to hear but not too close.  Oh, and some musical thoughts from the evening.




Well... maybe not a swan, exactly.  It's been digging it's way out for a while now.  Exhausting.

It was once suggested that when an other comes an old battle will begin again.  If the other chooses good, goodness will win.  It is as with his choice for evil.  The fable is secular, so these things are only of flesh.  God is not understood in these writings.  Many, who are considered wise and know of these things but not God, suggest he will pick evil.  It is said that it is easier to put out the light inside than it is to defeat all the evil outside.  The many, I would suggest, do not know God.  Nor do they know the others.  Not just one.  If I can only suggest about one, I can inference about the deciding others.  Even about some of the lost others, who will... be brought into the right fold.  It is their way.  Further, while the war will start, it is not they who will win it.  That is for the Other, who has already chosen.  They will merely buy the time.  Yes, nature will be shaken, but long before He comes.

Ah, but it is not all dark and hard.  In these things there is... more.  The others cum brothers who were once uncles, of a sort, will begin lining up, on each side.  Still, a small group against the growing darkness.  Time will be bought, only and just, for Him to return, and for sheep to be spared.  And just that.

Good night.