Eternal-Time!?---too long…for Death!
Once, perhaps, I
came to grow a brain some-capable
enough to cipher
“right” from “wrong”, not that such
intelligence might have even
required a development
as life’s very
first-breath precluded any easy-claimed
denial of
“Good”, by very virtue of sacred Life-blessing.
And, so, like
thee---and, thee…I struggled on. And, up?
Along the trace
of time through space came many curious
promptings, many
of which served to “elucidate” a fellow
with satiating answers-of-explanations while myriad
others
served to raise
cogent-inquiries requiring discovery, not
only of the
circumstance, but, more importantly---of…self!
In that
advancing maze of cohesive-“understanding” fractured
by interrupters
of electrical synapses firing simultaneously in
a
curiosity-of-developing knowledge---voila…Personality!
Blend, me-friend,
an insatiable curiosity with quick-wit and
an absolutely
unrestrained sense-of-humor---and…Hmm!?
To wit: A Rebel! Rascal! Rogue! Rapscallion!
Irreverent!?
Mostly? Perhaps?
Hopefully---Loveable!...Maybe? Dangerous!?
One day too soon---a
final breath shall come, and, gone…Time!
Pray I! No challenge left unexplored in Light-of-Truth defined.
And,
I squeezed each
adventure-drop from me space-event. Sans regret.
Thus: my
determined-conclusion:
Eternal-Time!?---too
long…for Death!
In reverent
reflection, accept me heartfelt-blessing for thee:
I pray thee the
satiating-Peace! Of Truth!-embraced---forever!
Amen!
Plus:
Day 254
P.O. Box 52,
Maeystown, Illinois
(our 200+ acre
farm)
To
conclude Simple-humble I among the
ranks of “Socialism” would be an error-Grave!
Faith! Family!
Freedom!
Satiates my Independent-Individual
spirit Praise! Honor! Glory!-high!
And, one day too soon, each shall surely know which chosen-Truth! shall see pure Light!
We
“sold” our treasured ten-acre “estate” with swimming pool and barn and view-spectacular complete with a domicile
approaching “mansion”-asperations (if
one dared dream not “too” big).
That
hellion “Gypsy”-blood might one day succumb to a wooden stake through the black-heart
of evil-doom or a “silver”-bullet to quell, at last, the vampire curse-like
penchant to be “on-the-prod” for tomorrow’s-dream resulting a tumbleweed
untethered in a Texas-twister! Perhaps?
But,
all that self-resulted private “resort” wagered upon the giant
“roulette”-wheel-of-life for just-one-more-childish-dream
visited upon this shallow mind coerced to risk the “ultimate” of any
success?---He must certainly be Insane-mad…Why?
Indeed? Can he not find truth in lies!?
And---so,
I did the evil deed once more, but, not final…and up and sold the
treasure-measure.
All
that terrible risk on a whim, an un-perceived speculative-conclusion---and…for
what?
A
piece of land, nice, perhaps, in volume-size, 214-acres, another “new” house, a
pool; we already had: horses, cattle, farm animals and pets, privacy? An
admission: a confession: No!
Not
for any one of these demanded intents-of-purpose! No! None! For what? Then? Insanity!?
Perhaps
to the casual observer donning the very “latest”-fashion trend? Maybe? How man times
the oversized closet(s) stuffed for want of “new”-seasons latest atrocity? I
fear to count!
An
answer to the delirious query of: What? Of:
Why? Of: How? To wit: Solitude!
To
exercise-stretch the liberty of an Independent-Individual
trekking insanely-forward to favor: Faith!
Family! Freedom! in intent-of-purpose toward: Praise! Honor! Glory! In Prayer!
Perhaps,
it simply is not the having---as is the very
fantasy-of-Peace…by actually doing!?
And,
while I labored intently to finish construction on that “new”-dream, I planned
the next!
I
cannot reach toward collective evil-Socialism---I
shall forever embrace…sacred Freedom!
And,
if one refuses share my “fun”---I
shall harbor no ill-will…I wish thee “well” as I enjoy!
You
are most “Welcome!” to board my train or stay “safely” on the platform to
observe---you are pointedly not
invited to try to barricade my tracks by getting in the way…you won’t like it!
Please!
Choose to come aboard and join the party. Partake! Enjoy the journey! Have
“fun”!
Now,
imbued with explanation of “insanity”-lived, to the title of this piece
and---P.O. Box 52!
Our
little “country” Post Office at Maeystown had a bank of boxes with brass doors
secured with individual keys and numbered from top to bottom beginning with “!”
in the upper left hand top corner of the display on down the column to the
bottom, then continuing with consecutive numbers down the second column, and so
on. Simple enough. Worked good for about four years.
We
were assigned box-number “52”, fourth column from the left, top row of boxes.
Handy!
Then,
one fine morning we show up to retrieve our “precious”-mail only to encounter
confusion: A “new” district manager had been by to see the postal-operation in
our tiny town and just “had” to “improve” our post office (justifying his J – O
- B) and impressing his superior with his “talent” by reassigning the numbers
from vertical translation to horizontal Wow!
We
“lucked” out! Box “52” had been reassigned---P.O Box 4!...Holy cow! Genius!
Hmm!
Our
Box had not moved, it remained in the very same spot, we didn’t even need a new
key!
Nobody
actually required “new” keys; all that changed was the number on the same old
box.
Still,
the “government” issued all new keys; we had to turn in the old ones! Hmm!
Oh!
What the hell! It’s free money to
waste; belongs to the gov-ment!? (Which fiction
has no money---save, of course…all
that they “legally” confiscate from U.S.!)
When
“curious”-me inquired of the Post-mistress, “Why did they change the numbering
system?” She shrugged and rolled her eyes. Yeah1 She was part of the
bureaucracy? Hmm!?
Now?
Did simple-humble I think we needed eleven layers of clowns to get my mail to
me?
I
just shrugged like the postal employee and said, “Government (in)-efficiency!”
Everybody
had to change their return addresses, I guess, save Box No. 1, and maybe
others.
Nobody
got hurt. Nobody died. Some bureaucrat got to “look” genius!? So what?
Yeah! There it is, in a “nut”-shell! Who cares?
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Let’s all government count,
now: 7, 52 (or-4)” Memories!
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