Thursday, May 16, 2024

No, this time it's me.

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Looking back, seeking, finding.  Thinking.  Remembering.

A darkness.  Darknesses I should think.  But not all that is dark is... bad, evil, wrong.  God, roughly, separated light from dark, among many other things.  These He found to be good.  So it is today, as then, if different too.  Find the light, in the darkness.  As well, find shade in the light?  I should think.  Be as you need to be, where you are.

No, I won't go into details.  I already have.  Find peace in these.  For it is there, too.  Anywhere even a dark thing finds God, there is peace.  If you look, choose to see.

Not... fully ordered.

Nor without some order.









Uhrm?  Music.  Her.  Life.  Death.  Give.  Take.  More.  

Hope you enjoyed.  I had planned to go to bed a long time ago.  Here I sit.  But the time draws nigh.  Up at 14:00.  Only 19:18, but medicine is beating me like a red-headed step child, or thereabouts.  I'll reset kefir, have some, then on to bed?

7 comments:

  1. At work, my avatar. if it shows.

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  2. It did change formats. From a blank human outline to a B(tm) blogger symbol.

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  3. You don't sleep for very long.

    Me? I... don't always sleep. Never did get back to bed. Thinking about it. Maybe... tomorrow?

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  4. Actually posted that about midnight not 2000, I got sleep. That said, its 0746 I suspect this to be timestamped 0346. Lets see.

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  5. And? I knew it was four hours off. But, as I edge to bedtime, and keep going for six hours, my math functions, memory, and else, begin to fail.

    Well, and I haven't eaten in two days, three(?), again. Plus meds are beating me up until I get used to the higher dose. And it's been cloudy and cool to cold for the last two weeks. So... form and function are both on the edge of extinction.

    I'm surprised I haven't died yet. Though, strangely? The worse I take care of myself, the healthier I get, if within the limits of being right next door the death, with one leg firmly stuck in the grave. At least I can switch legs from time to time. *rictus grins*

    Sure talk/write a lot, for a mostly dead fellow though, innit?

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  6. Yup, keep on keeping on.

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