This Web Blog was haphazardly produced without using Spell Check one danged time. We like it that way.

Who can do that? I know I certainly can't. I can only write like Rod.

Today is such a day, when I receive communications saying that I'm "onto something" from some sources and from others I hear that I "am not worthy." Who should I believe is correct in their assessment(s)?

We've talked about the freelance life before, though, haven't we, my lovelies? I must soldier on...

The CEO of a software company in California called me this afternoon and suggested that I have always tended to look into the future too often. It's one of his problems as well, he said, and it gets us nowhere. "Offer them Stage One, Rod," he said, "even if you see Stage Seven."

I guess that has shown how DUMB I have been most of my life. I didn't get it until this telephone conversation, so I must thank him for that insight. I still remember when I was exclaiming that I had been waiting for the Web "all my life" and people thought I was the Village Idyit. I suppose I'm still continuing to be the Village Idyit. But I continue to hear this wonderful music all the time.

You may remember that line from the Alabama Three song, used as "The Sopranos" theme song, "Woke up this morning and everything you had was gone..." Be here with me now. This is one of those days.

I shall certainly go through the motions tomorrow.

I shall explain to my Personal Assistant why she has to look for work after this week. I shall continue trawling for new clients on my own. I shall pretend that I can maintain my Game Face. You'll come back to this Blog and other parts of the Network I have established and we'll all pretend that nothing has happened. That is the way of our day-to-day lives, as far as I have seen.

It's only when I listen to music that I have a sense that people have feelings at all.

Write Like God

HERE IT GOES: Living in a world of so many orthodoxies, heterodoxy works against me - as a very public writer and as a person. People want you to believe in one philosophy or ideology and defend it to the death. My failing is that I find that perspective anti-Socratian. I have learned more from asking questions - and listening to the answers - than I ever have from making statements of my ow n beliefs.

The simple fact is that I might not have any beliefs.

(Don't take that last statement as a definitive statement of fact because, I DO have beliefs; they are simply open to amendment if I hear a correction to my previous assumptions. YES, there is humor in there. IF you can't laugh at your own assumptions, in my view, you are indicating that your mind is already closed.)

So I "play" with ideas, beliefs, thoughts. I don't have a choice. That is my nature.

So what is the nature of God?

I ask that question seriously.

Looking at human history and the nature of human beings, do you think that God does not laugh - from time-to-time - about you? Or even ignore you? Be honest!

Are we actually loved by "God" or simply faced with "divine" indifference? Why would a deity pay attention o one speck in a very vast universe, let alone its billions of populace, seriously at all? And, finally, isn't it possible that the belief in the importance of humanity and its link to divinity - again considering the vastness of the universe and the probability of many, many advanced species in that universe - merely a comforting delusion?

I suspect this post shall not be one of the most popular I have produced. I have told someone that her job is not as great as she thought it was at the beginning. I have insulted (most likely) the orthodox, and I have ended by saying that intellectual play is commendable. What a cad.

Happy Holidays!

Seu Jorge again. Enjoy!:

Cheers!

Keep me in your prayers as I keep you in my own.

Thanks for visiting.

Talk to you in a day or so.

Be well.