They Have More and Are Dead

Getting rich takes total dedication of will, not heart. Oligarchs and run of the mill up-and-comers drop just about every extra weight in order to travel light on their way up the wall of success. Contemporary relationships, being conveniently throwaway, like used Kleenex, fit the gameplan perfectly. The rich are dead in a way, more dead than they know (although they tend to look great!). The (bl)est of us, who often struggle with life, begrudgingly think of the rich as some higher or at least more privleged form of being, possessing the goods or genes that we, God's staff, either missed out on at creation or were stripped of at Baptism.

Well it's true, the rich aren't like us-- but not for the reasons we think.

For one thing the rich shed skin, not tears, over life's implaccable night, bowling over-thru people, obstacles, anyone or anything that gets in their way, since they've learned that the vain force of fierce drive has undeniable rewards; while reflection, blind momentum's opposite, like some existential hiccup or air bubble in the fuel line threatens the narrative's validity and continuation.

To those who stuff at the world's trough the end does of course justify the means and they wouldn't have it any other way. In fact, any other way doesn't occur to them, because by the time they've harvested the fruit of their illicit gains, it no longer can.

Poor rich man.

-- m1230

That Boggy Feeling

I'm going to be older than ever in just a few days. By now I think I thought I would have been very successful, leisurely awash in pet projects, dedicated to making life more interesting and hopefully better, generally speaking, for all concerned. Well, at least I stopped drinking.

Things are probably better than they've been for a while. Sort of slightly coming together (finally maybe) although I can't quite slip the feeling that I lost twenty years getting here. Reaching continuously higher, I've learned, is a one way ticket to a holier version of Palookaville. I used to reach up for the right reasons, now I do it because my arms are trained that way.

-- m1230

Truth of It.

I want to believe that everyone is, at some point, aware of the spiritual battles waging (raging) in and around us, for and against us. The world is filled with noxious fumes. Lying, cheating, betrayal, murder class for 10 year olds found on just about any video game. Neurotic teachers pushing unreasonable curriculums. Parents stressed beyond anything, giving their best to strangers and their worst to those who wait for them at home.

So what makes this time so different from any other place or time?

The speed of it. The ubiquity. The complicity. The numbing unrelentingness of it. Oh, and let's throw in not enough money.

Only a damaged fool would turn down what Christ has to offer,... which only shows to go you how many damaged fools there really are out there. Jesus saves. He also rescues.

Be very glad.

-- m1230