destiny and desire

...it was never meant to be

But it's just something we have no control over and
that's what destiny is

But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep

Maybe one day we'll wake up and this will all just be a dream

Destiny gets blamed for so much in ignorance, but then I wonder how ignorant we really are.

All the world's a stage, after all, and we each enact our own insignificant dramas. We don't always follow the script.

Man is often more like Pirandello's description of "Six characters in search of an author"

We already have our roles mapped out...we don't like the idea of someone else taking over and defining who we are and how we should react to life's obstacles.

We see things the way we want to rather than looking to the Author of it all...

In reality, our destiny is always the result of what we desire.

Thoughts of the day

Thoughts of the day: 4 digits, plus 6 digits, plus 5 digits equals three hands. Or three feet.

In which case, 4 digits, plus 6 digits, plus 5 digits equals one yard.

I am thinking way to hard about this-moving on.


You know entertainment must have been in its primitive stages when, in the National Intelligencer of 1853, the difference between dust and mud made front page headlines.

My, how far we've come.

I think I'd rather know about dust and mud rather than some of the other things floating around out there. At least I'm discovering a little bit more about myself and my fellow man that's actually thought-provoking.

And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his
nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

It was also the opinion of the National Intelligencer in 1853 that we would eventually run out of names within the next century. For the rest of our time here on earth, no one would have an original name.


Finally, I love my job, in part, because I am good at it. But the primary reason I love doing what I do is because I know that in combing a disintegrating newspaper from the 1850s or exhaustively searching Google for the answers to life, congress, and the universe, I am furthering the cause of another.

I am the person in the background.

But I am content to be there because I get to see the fruit of my labor blossom into something that I myself could never develop or present.

"Self-esteem may arise within any occupation at any period. A chef, a surgeon,
or a scholar may be proud, even to arrogance, of his skill; but his skill is
confessedly the means to an end beyond itself, and the status of the skill
depends wholly on the dignity or necessity of that end."

"The Discarded Image" ~CS Lewis


And now, my paper calls my name. Loudly and quite insistently in fact.

Reminds me of a certain four-year old i know.