Need to post and be done. As maintained, this all about me-me-me. With illusions, or otherwise, someone is reading. At least, Julian the unusual voice of discernment, got something and trust good from.
Be content to write to one and think enough. Yet... tonight, blocking out the TV and squirming at my recent new-spate of . . .
No point if at all or oh so rarely, in trying to change anyone's mind. Tests undertook show: Stubbornness and pride are resilient. Hence, cooperation toward the coming of God's reign on earth said; not about talk.
An astonishing seems-counter claim. Considering the calling and cause to proclaim. To use words well, . . .
God is aching to liberate us from the epidemic of arrogance. The obnoxious stench of superiority in get-them-kicks lifting ourselves up through put-downs. Talking down. Rejecting and ignoring.
Arrogant (adjective). 'Unpleasantly proud and behaving as if you are more important than, or know more than, other people: I . . .
Being a-political on the Lab. Con. etc. front, am I getting my wires crossed in any way engaging in the believed-to-be charade? Guilty pleasure in the upcoming Corbyn-led march to more people-leading accountability. Choosing MP's... revolutionary stuff eh.
Disliking the anti-populist supposed Left or Right and watching . . .
First the challenge, later the miracles:
Isn't it the worst? Thinking nothing's going to happen but the lurch and thud down the relative freedom path? Built up and carrying so many. Technological innovations and a costly heritage, taking more out of poverty than ever. Now the slipping and sliding down after decades . . .
The most respectable and outstanding outpost TMR re-posted the last 'seed'. Can't help but receive encouragement. While spluttering to get going, aware of potential readers, up's self-consciousness.
Here's the layout. To write about... requires, right-living, at least to the degree and about all it . . .
Got to get back on the horse. Hardly John Wesley but something to exercise the soul. Help me live in God. Rant on the ridiculous. The slipping into mass hypnosis eh. Trying to find public expressions of sanity is more not-worth-doing. I.e. be on the internet. Much. TV? -- 'have to' watch, between 9-10 pm and be an . . .