How is it...?

How is it that we go on this way? And just who are we? Day by day, I find myself consumed by thoughts of love. And more. I am consumed by trying to comprehend this madness, and this beauty, into which we have been...Inserted.

Inserted? Does that make sense? Because I know that I and we are here with reason. Too often, my senses fail to comprehend the plan behind it. God creates nothing if not for something. Am I making sense? The only soul I care to feed as I type this randomness is my own. Yet I want to share my methodless madness with someone, as I believe deeply that my strangeness is another's sanity.

Why do so many of us attempt to defy human nature, insisting that we can do all alone? For we are better together. I say this in earnest, though I risk dragging you into my mire. Are you inspired? For, I love my solitude. Crave it, when others insist that they must follow the crowd. Yet I long for like-minded beings to mingle with, to commune with. It's as Alanis once said in song, "...and what I wouldn't give, to meet a kindred."

Kindred.

Calling to mind my childhood and my favorite book Anne of Green Gables, and how she, Anne, used to speak of wanting to meet a kindred spirit. Until she found Diana Barry.

One day I will find my bliss. One day I will know peace. I will know love. And a person to whom I can speak my language and be understood.

Red Alert!

Rick Mercer has a blog! Canadian political humor abounds. One of my favorite pics:

Time well wasted

Something occurred to me today. The amount of time that I'm online on various message boards could be better spent blogging. Over the past while I have spent (squandered) a considerable number of hours debating and discussing various issues with strangers.

I care more about expressing my opinion than about whether or not Poster #6 agrees with me. Therefore, the blog wins over my need to babble. I mean really. I could have written a novel by now. Or ten.

Don't mess with Michael

Mr. Bloomberg, New York City's mayor isn't messing around.

I used to enjoy a good game of solitare. Heck, I found it addictive. I used to spend ages playing it.
But on my PC at home.

I'm not saying I feel sorry for the employee in question. However at work...You've got to use your judgment.

Why am I here?

No, not me. My blog.

I look at pages like the list of links on Josh Harris' web site, and I feel both ashamed and inspired. Ashamed because at times in my blogging I feel purposeless. Sometimes I realize that I can seem a bit flighty and odd. (Where else on the web can you go for a rant about the importance of hanging onto one's faith, and a commentary on the latest lingerie?) Inspired... Because I feel more and more these days, a need to cling to my divine inklings, and write about what I know.

And what I know is that I need God.