All and any, a push here and shove there; there's no accounting for others? Or, some of the time, our-own-self. Although 'least here, some handles to better grab on. Depending on capacity and encouragement? Our freedom, to move, even ...think?
God's word makes sense. Not a creator's hidden hands shaping us into this and our involuntary going along. What comes, if open, is a revelation about our less-dependant-on devices. Leading to, as much as, we reach out -- new hands.
The Bible claims to know what life is like and offers alternatives. The realisation of a diagnosis that's crystal and conspicuous.
Sad we suffer so and bit defunkt and wonky. This -- and can be horrible. Tend to think otherwise on occasions, and yet, foundations quake and slide about. We rarely fail to fail, like we're told we would/do.
Major incentives to conclude and concentrate on God-alone and ways. These ideas about universal human troubles, with God the solution, causing humanist repulsion.
We want to be wealthy -- of course. Cultural and social. Materials and fit. The way Jesus said it, something like; Paradox and the poor, who've another kind of access to riches. More, the felt-need, wider the route to the source.
With only ourselves or others, looking for solutions -- good luck. Lasts as long and until, storms come and then... most often, tumbles down to wanting something or someone. No disrespect and non-Christians having a go. Understandable, with not much/if at all a-Church saying and, moreover looking, otherwise.
A lot of projection out-there is second-best and silly. Had 'Debbie' on the dial and the last five minutes spells out the ruse. Brill from the beginning on but to underline this preach...
'The reason we do it is that we have bought our own bullshit...' and so she goes and gets down on true life. A broadcaster at the top of the sane and progressive. A bit like 'awake and open'. An elusive combo.
Need to get on/get off. Not substitute for the silence. Here's another paradox; internet output i.e. here and input, over and above the right dosage, robs action. The sounds and noise, flicker rates and pixels -- like those shiny beads given natives by a conqueror.
All the while...
Dead to... the internet and running here/there, go for a brew. Do/do/do... doss-about etc.
Alive to -- what seems oh so-2018 and antiquated/quaint/not easy understood -- Bible-talk in the silence. Couldn't seem more retrogressive and pratty.
Not mine to persuade not-so, aside from saying; open and get open, and see?