Saturweek

Not many people know very much about me. Blurbs, maybe, and maybe they know those snippets very thoroughly because they've been there, too. But no one has been there to see it all. Maybe that's where a spousy person comes in. Now I'm not just being another anonymous blogger complaining about petty goings of life, clearly not, but there's something I've come to realize in my relationships with others--that presently, they're all for the most part in the earlier stages where you need to be wary and blah and blah and yeah. At the same time, I'm comforted knowing that I really do need the Big Man Upstairs, who has been there through it all, every moment, in sickness and in health (...), he's seen it all and has been right there. Sure, everyone walks different paths in life, and lots of times, there aren't other people to hold your hand. It's sort of like the monad idea that Leibniz presents. Everyone is an individual, independent unit, that is, its own indivisible substance that doesn't depend on other monads and ultimately does not interact with other monads save the Creator monad.

Speaking of which, I should be writing a couple of papers.

Shabbat Shalom.

Promise

Girl, my heart breaks for you. I can see the cracks and tears that only get worse as time goes on and no one comes to fix it. Girl, my heart breaks for you. Where to go, what to do? Stop looking around. Take a look at a whole different plane of being. Look for something better. Look for something bigger. I may not be able to help you, but I certainly know someone who can. And so I sit here and earnestly hope for the best for you. Do trust it when it comes.