...that there is no further reason for me to hope that anyone will meet with
i'll do what i can, in my small way.
i can't even get through to a publisher.
i'm in-debt, so i can't join any 'clubs'. not that i would if i could. why
'join' anything that has as an admission criterion that nothing shall be
although i realize that it must seem so, i'm not 'bitter'.
what i feel is pity... that folks're so victimized that they cannot lift a
hand to assist those who suffer greatly.
i don't know what i'll do, but i'll have to clear my debt before i do
anything, and that'll take 3-5 years.
it's 'funny'. i wear a scapular... you know, one of those Catholic things
that 'itches' a bit to gently remind one to think of God during the course
of one's daily affairs.
a couple of weeks ago, the string broke.
i tied it and put it back on.
i also wear a religious medal.
last night, while sleeping, that fell off, too.
it's as if even God is Angry with me.
My Lord, what can i do if no one will talk with me?
"Perhaps, if you Loved as I Taught you, folks would talk with you.
Now, go, and be alone."
i'll Praise you, still, from within the solitude.