Just not quite getting it all together.

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I did make it to the post office.  Oh, and on time.  I had two packages in, not just the one.  Did I mention that?  If so, see?  Yes, one of those days.  I didn't think I'd be able to make it through the day, so attempted a nap.  I almost got there, then failed.  Or the nap was simply very short.  I know I tried.  I just couldn't get to sleep, or if I did make it didn't stay asleep... or even realize I had slept.  If nothing else, I feel that I might be able to push on through the rest of the day.  Sometimes just resting your eyes, without sleep, is enough?  All good.

No complaints, just diary stuff.  I like my little life.  I don't feel the need to understand, not always.  I am curious though.  I would like to know.  I would like to take what I know and roll it into successes of some sort.  I do believe that will be one of the things taught in heaven, and then taken beyond.  It'll still take some practice, is my guess.  There are a lot of things that raise interest, wet curiosity, which could be perfected.  Layers on layers of this and that and the other thing.  Starting with self and moving on to other things.

You know, I was thinking about something else.  Hell.  Why do they suggest that hell is death?  If someone is in hell, aren't they alive?  Then it hit me.  While they aren't dead, in hell, they also aren't of flesh.  And, in hell, there is no chance at returning as a living being on the new earth.  So, yes, it is death.  I can see now why the various pronouncements.  They may simply not have had a term for it, being so far removed from all other things we know, or believe.  I don't think we have a word for it even now.  It isn't undead, it isn't death... exactly, it isn't ceasing to exist, it could be death to God or from God, but that is far too vague.  No, I don't think we have a word, or phrase, for it.  It is anathema to our thought, even to the thought of those claiming atheism.  It is terrifying.  To be and yet not to be.  I can see why they choose to believe they will just cease to exist.  But just as the matter that makes them came from something, and will return to it, so their being, who they are, will return from whence it came.  Nothing comes from nothing.  Everything returns from whence it came, in part or whole.  Sure, we don't return to our birth parents, but they did not create birth.  Even so, live long enough, and you do become them.  :p  So it is, even with God.  I guess hell is the cosmic form of death... not long enough.

I need to get going on housecleaning.  At least a bit.  The cookout will be out of doors, but if I want witnesses for the egg boil thing, I want to have the kitchen presentable... or enough.  At least they are all men.  Men know the tics of bachelorhood.  Still...  And, well, I want to clear and clean to get back to cooking, and pickling eggs, and experimentation, sharpening of a few things, and just because.  I'm still in that odd down cycle that isn't quite a down cycle.  I suspect weather, the fast changes, the lack of sun, and such.  I don't adjust well to changes.  I might well survive an ice-age, but I'll be napping when not looking for food or traveling.  Just like a bear, I suppose?

Oh, as for handling recent crisis, borrowing a pic from a fellow blogger, I may have used my regular method.  Not sure it always works, but... it can be fun.  I'm still alive, anyway, so far.  Much of it was completely misconstrued, on the other side of things, mind you.  And, then, I took my turn at it, too.  All fun and games, as they say.  Yeah, how about that cold glass of water I asked for?  Never mind, I'll get it myself.  

Just trying to figure some things out.  Writing about them, and planning here, sometimes puts enough of it together, in one basket, so that I can see, or push past and do.  Tick-tock.  Later.