What Is All About? Is It Just for This or That We Live? …

It’s 5:45 am on Saturday, October 19, 2024. I do not want to think about it. Let it be. Be still. Wait. For what I am experiencing the reality of life is marked by the ˈstupidness of mankind. No kidding, that’s the infallible truth. So? Why should I get all bent out of shape when my stupidity is exposed to my face? Am I not of the humankind? Ridiculous.

Cliché or the Reality of Love …

…. PLATITUDE

1. A trite or banal remark or statement, especially one expressed as if it were original or significant. See Synonyms at cliché.

2. Lack of originality; triteness: “a passage of platitude which no critical prejudgment can force us to admire” (Edgar Allan Poe). ….

Guilty!

Am I? Have I made a cliché out of the ancient words written in the ancient manuscripts? It’s Sunday, October 20, 2024, at 6:24 am. Perhaps. That’s what it looks like. I see myself amid the stupid spectrum of the world at large. I weep, I wait, until the reality of the Liberating Power of Love from the Almighty resonates within me. All is well with my soul.

I’ll wait for the next time to post. Lov, thia.