The party line is - you mustn't milk the kindness of others. By the by, the sea rolls in. Mother Nature winked and yawned and spawned and cringed and recoiled and spat out storm after storm, her rigid fury now unstoppable for war crimes against nature, she will not waiver. In seasons past, the stage set, the lights dim, then twinkle, then stare back. Do i glower, do i groan? Do i bemoan? Yes, all of that and more!! The moon will not rise, the woman wail again and then? The Son becomes a Father no more.

The party line is - take your faith and your conscience and your morals and values and priorities and fundamentals and shove them up your ass. Take your breath away, how many are contained by our limits and how little we think, offer, give, contribute, provide when really, the playground never changes. The rules never change. We always give what we can, when we can.

So, i scowl and shake, stutter and stake my claim on Parliament Hill that never can i be and neither should i see ignorance in defense of logic by nonsense inferred, deferred, hurled back like tornado roaring through town, scratching a line for us to decipher. It's not worth it. At some point in one's life, doesn't one just wonder if it's worth it. Left-turn, right turn, full stop. Yield. Breathe. But, dear reader, if you think "it" is life, then let me hold you and remind you of every living good thing on this sacred earth. But no, i enter into no contract of ego that lets me think my life is in my hands, when, really, it never, throughout my life, has been. And happily never so!!! My life belongs to Life. There are others, always others. These choices people keep talking about - when do i get some? Everybody says that. We're, all of us, pretty much the same, i think. We want to watch our children thrive.