Given the echos in the mind a book produces is of any value to the quality of ones life, a measure is required. Given an essay, a news article, a story, or a Scripture give little or not appreciating of ones emotions ... and a moment of becoming lighter in the body, it fails to produce anything. ... I am not sure when it happened but ... even though I did not recall, up until today, not one woman I found of any value to me along the road of intimacy, in the last town I lived in, ... my mind cleared, a little, and I recalled, over the 14 years I lived in that town, there were three women I had found to be adorable and attractive ... and I did not to pretend and suffer my pretense of being attracted to them out of loneliness/boredom. I also recalled several people, a few of them teachers, who are/were the only worthwhile reasons to be in that town. Given memories of several people worth recalling returned, for a moment (reduce my level of hatred for the entire town and area), says, somewhere in my writing or my thinking about my book, I found an opening - some measurable progress towards resolve ... of the indestructible hatred that began to overwhelm my life, for cause, on my last in the town I moved from. I was so intent and overjoyed about leaving a life of living in my enemys home and pretending it was not my enemy ...; with God holding me on course I did not give a damn about the continuous bs I put up with like a trooper for many years. Not sure why I did not go into acting as a career when asked to. God was freeing me from one of the three greatest evils I had ever known; and even in that, for a moment, I rejoice because from that town/that experience I have the greatest of ideas on a book about pure evil and the makers of it ... that may become a classic.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Mar 2014 07:10:01 +0000
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