Reading.

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Half way through the book of books.  More than that actually.  But I picked up a small stack of books of books, so I have no worries about running out of reading material.  And I have other books I have been meaning to attempt.  If I end up sprinting through the material I have, and have increased my reading durability enough, I may hit some tough material.  Summa Theologica looms large in my eyes as the prize of my heart's desire.  I have read a minor portion of it, excised or somehow made into the form of another book.  I have stepped into S.T. before, only to fall as my health waxed and waned.  I was so intrigued... I have to keep trying.  No, it's not the bible.  But it is... beyond poetic or historic.  There are some things in there that call.  I have tasted of some of the divine in it, and found it to be right.  There is learning there, understanding.  Serious fat to chew.

The books I am reading currently are nearly poetic.  I am rushing through, sometimes too fast in my hunger.  It has been some time since I read for simple pleasure.  And it has been some times since reading was a pleasure, much of it junk... or worse junk?  Then again, from what I see, this is rather mainstream in it's ideology.  The author is, or was at the time, afraid to deny atheist scientific "truths" which are not only far from proven but dubious and becoming more so, of it's own accord.  Petards, hoisting... by their own hands, with enough rope.  And my but they have been given a lot of rope.  Still, it is what it is in that regard.  Can't expect bravery to question from those who are targeting, in a general way, the very sorts who believe in rubbish... if denying they have even a hint of faith while believing what they know they can't even hope to know.  At least it is cute, if childish.

Still, I am having a grand time slamming through the pages as if a life were on the line.  Not mine so much.  I don't worry for my life, it tends to take care of itself.  As do most problems.  Enemies find out just... exactly... where the lines where drawn in the ancient ways and who is on which side.  Most especially the devious ones.  Light not only disinfects, it slays.  Not for me, but I come from a very long line.  My kin, while disparaging at my choices perhaps, and even hating me... for a number of reasons more now than past but in the past as well... hate those who would go against one of our kind even more.  Dangerous folk.  If you are just and right, bring your charge.  If you are dark and devious, my kin are even more so, though can be bold and brutal.  Watch your way when you walk in what was my world.  You cannot win there.  Just a bit of a friendly warning.  I am not longer on their side if they are still, as a clan, quite on mine.  *wink*

Interesting tales, more to go.  I'll get back to it.  A bit of rest this weekend, as I can't seem to do much more.  So it goes.  It did get chilly again, dropping below freezing as is usual here and now.  After such nice weather, it's sort of like fall again.  The readjustment is difficult.  The cold leeches will, strength.  Reading, and maybe wrapping up in another of the blankets.  The furnace fails to warm, even at 76.  But a blanket seems to do the trick even down at 66.  So long as I stay in it.  Bleh.  At least, to me, they are not scratchy.  It is 100% wool.  Then again I am no longer, if I ever was, exactly normal.  Who can walk on hard frozen ground barefoot, or pluck eggs out of boiling water, or cuddle into wool without a stitch or itch?  Why... me.  :p  Later.