The Light of Day

…

…and all I can do is ask myself, okay, suppose God is there. What is he really like? Forget all the shit you’ve heard, Keith. What do you really think?

And I guess, when I drop the handful of unpleasant associations and try to answer that one from my own mind, I would say … he’s like a character in a movie, a lead, but doesn’t come on the screen often enough. A very important character, central to everything but virtually absent, appearing in such a small quantity of footage that you flat-out forget him until things come to a breaking point. And then when he finally does make an unexpected cameo, he bangs on the jukebox with his elbow and says “AYYYYYYYY” and everything that seemed out of place suddenly makes sense … for a little while …

Why 99.999% of the members of my own species will never relate to me…

… because I look at something like this …

Staying between the lines….

There are certain times when I should not be permitted near a medium where I can post my thoughts in public. This is one of those times. However, like the drunk at the wheel, I will make every effort to stay between the lines and stop at all the red lights … and unlike the drunk at the wheel, I can always go back and delete this.

I am delusional. I think that, underneath everything, things are as I would like them to be, and all I have to do is wait out the rough patches. Maybe it’s because I’ve had a cushy life, or I’ve lucked out too many times or gotten away with too much.

The closest thing I have to a religion is the belief that things are basically right on a metalevel, and that everything bad is transitional.

(Gah! This keyboard has the Home/End/Delete/PageUp/PageDown/Insert keys arranged all weird! That’s disorienting. Anyway.)

Anyway, based on that belief, perhaps what I need to adjust is my scope. Things that I’m assessing as meta … which I won’t get too specific about, because remember, I’m driving drunk here, must not run over any puppies or kitties … are possibly more minor and “detaily” than I’ve evaluated them to be.

And I’ll leave you with that. Look ma, no fatalities!