A Day in the Life of Chaos

As we age bit by bit, soul by soul those that we know or better said that we knew go away.  Where they go is a subject for a different conversation.  Some will tell you heaven others will tell you dirt.  Truth be told these are philosophical questions much larger than my humble mind can ponder.  I can say that birth to life to death is a natural progression of organic life and it is only logical that those we cross paths with in life will at some point cease to exist.  While logical in the course of human events it still doesn't make the event any less painful. I don't understand what happens to some people when they grow old. Sometimes it seems like something changes in the mind.  I don't know if it is a way of compensating for the eventual reality or if it is a reflection of true emotions.  Perhaps this is one of the things that makes it so difficult.  In my life and family I have had considerable experience with this phenomenon. It started with a dysfunctional relation

Human beings have secrets.  We all have them, some are little, some big.  Some life changing and some insignificant.  They can reflect past misgivings, hidden desires or future actions.  The Catholics figured it out.  Confess and they give you absolution.  Its easy, you do it behind a wall and it goes straight to the big guy.  Is there any wonder there are a lot fewer Jews.  For a Jew when you screw up it is time to deal with the consequence both here and in the afterlife.  Of course also mandating men having to cut their penis might have had something to do with it. There are a myriad of reasons we keep secrets.  Some are out of emotional necessity, some are simply humility. Every voluntary confession however it is done, is to meet a persons own needs.  It is mostly a way of relieving guilt that nags at the soul and festers like an open wound.  Of course most wounds heal but at the moment the panic of the guilt can overwhelm sensibility.  Confessions are rarely made for the benefit

It is not easy being a liberal. Once I listened to an episode of the Prairie Home Companion, I know, a distinctly liberal thing to do, and Garrison Keillor had an interesting thought.  He announced at the beginning of the show he was going to become a Republican.  After doing so, he commented how easy life was.  His emotional guilt was gone.  He didn't have to worry about the environment or about charity.  He didn't have to consider other people, only worry about himself.  Yes sir, for Garrison Keillor, life was sweet.  There are times I wonder what it would be like to follow in his path.  I think I would sleep so well at night, my mind would be clear and my focus would be my own. It is funny how when we cross paths with a homeless person in our own world we are often oblivious.  If they are an everyday sight, they become invisible and often a nuisance.  When at work I often leave through a back door to avoid the out stretched hands.  I have never given to them choosing