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                                                                                              For now, we are the meaning makers.
Who can blame us for defending our own obscurities?

1955, My First Day (prompted)

Tell us about your first day at something — school, work, as a parent, etc.

My first day out of the womb, I was totally blinded by all the bright lights. Kind of a rude thing to do to someone who had only seen pitch dark his whole life. Then when I began to see, I noticed that everyone had covered their faces with masks. I assumed that there was some kind of rule against me seeing their faces, but then I got a glimpse of myself in one of those mirrors up on the wall. Shocking: I was by far the ugliest living thing in my known universe. Why no mask for meThen they cut off my food supply tube, and you would not believe what they replaced it with. The whole experience was disgusting. And circimcision? Don’t get me started. No wonder we all end up in therapy.


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“Seek first the management style of God (the Being that Jesus referred to as His Father), and His unconventional approach to right(eous)ness.”

-Matthew 6:33 (interpretive paraphrase)