Digging. Someone.

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Parts of the story, examined.  I can never be sure if they mean to judge, or hope damnation is brutal and final.  I will say, what they... desire... even if just, right, assuming that for their sake... is a heartbreak.  Not for the world, for the good, for other things.  Perhaps explanations as the story unfolds?  Perhaps.  I will begin where they have been looking.

A deception.  A deceiver.  At once, certainly.  Before I knew, could know, God, I was what I thought was needed to be to, sometimes, merely survive... sometimes just that, sometimes more... to get ahead, to obtain what I wanted, to meet, greet, and succeed in other areas.  Without God, there are only animal rules... actually, among men, even that is a lie.  Men do what animals wouldn't.

The struggles.  Without a defined right and wrong, and willingness to live within those, which is worst... the one who believes he knows better, or the one who has absolutely no inkling despite his absolute surety...  Have you ever had a devil of a friend?  I have had no other, for the most part, during my early and middle years.  Oh, they danced good jigs.  Yet sinned with the best of us.  Yeah.  But in there, and in time, choices, sides, formations... Called from one to the other, then... to something else entirely.

Something about this prayer.  Aimed at Catholics, but any honest Christian could certainly take a look.  Perhaps humility isn't in line with your beliefs?  I'd either change that perspective, or not look.  Something... in there.  The whole of it, and parts.  The sum is definitely greater than the parts, but the parts are... amazing.  It's... also... the next step.  For me.

A fine little ditty, which... describes well, in another form, what the previous video encapsulates.  Simple?  Childish?  Ah, but it's how He asks us to approach.  I do my best.  Cynicism, grumps of body and mind, and other such, hold me back a bit.  And, in blue.  I was quite pleased to have this show up, right as the rest of it fell through.  Attacked, it felt, in a way, initially.  Then... blessed.

Perhaps one more heartbreak.  It won't be death.  It will be putting her away.  I don't suggest sympathy for the devil, as many of you like to say.  For... not even I have that.  But, as the story goes, sending away the one I love, was born to love?  Not an easy task, even should it be quite simple.  As my father did, so shall I.  Runs in the family.  One last time.  Death would be easier, in this case too.

Just... thinking, responding... story telling.  Good day.