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Because...
Aug. 27th, 2002 08:59 amrage will not help, and fear will not help, and abject whimpering will not help, and sarcasm will not help...
Today I am not going to think about the topic of yesterday's post. Today I am not going to put myself to the task of thinking about the President of the United States and his desire to make war on Iraq. I am going to do my work and think about other things, and if the thoughts arise I will let them come and I will let them go, as I would thoughts about praying mantises or hemorrhoids or chicken nuggets (you probably don't want to know about the Random Layer of my thought process if that set of topics seems odd to you). When I get home and have had dinner and some time to breathe, I will write a letter to the President, and I will send copies to the Vice President and my Congressbeings, all three of them. And I will continue to do as I did last night before karate class; I will be praying for this man, that he receive the knowledge, wisdom, desire, and resolve to do what's right - whatever that might be - and that his allies and closest associates receive the same. Knowing the volume of mail that Washington officials receive, the prayers will probably do more than the letters, but I have to at least try. If another opportunity to make my voice heard arises somewhere, I will take it when I find it; in the meantime, however, I have to set it aside and let it be, or so much will be taken up by the fear and the rage that nothing will happen at all.
In the meantime I am going to finish off my cup of mocha soy drink and consider ways to get out of the staff meeting at lunchtime, 'cos I've got to get to the credit union. I would have made an ATM deposit this morning, but there were no envelopes. Bleah, I say unto you. Bleah.
Can I go home now?
Today I am not going to think about the topic of yesterday's post. Today I am not going to put myself to the task of thinking about the President of the United States and his desire to make war on Iraq. I am going to do my work and think about other things, and if the thoughts arise I will let them come and I will let them go, as I would thoughts about praying mantises or hemorrhoids or chicken nuggets (you probably don't want to know about the Random Layer of my thought process if that set of topics seems odd to you). When I get home and have had dinner and some time to breathe, I will write a letter to the President, and I will send copies to the Vice President and my Congressbeings, all three of them. And I will continue to do as I did last night before karate class; I will be praying for this man, that he receive the knowledge, wisdom, desire, and resolve to do what's right - whatever that might be - and that his allies and closest associates receive the same. Knowing the volume of mail that Washington officials receive, the prayers will probably do more than the letters, but I have to at least try. If another opportunity to make my voice heard arises somewhere, I will take it when I find it; in the meantime, however, I have to set it aside and let it be, or so much will be taken up by the fear and the rage that nothing will happen at all.
In the meantime I am going to finish off my cup of mocha soy drink and consider ways to get out of the staff meeting at lunchtime, 'cos I've got to get to the credit union. I would have made an ATM deposit this morning, but there were no envelopes. Bleah, I say unto you. Bleah.
Can I go home now?
