A Question

Body...or soul?

If you had to give up one, which would it be? Without one, you have no anchor to this physical world, but without the other, there's no point. Of course, this could depend on one's current situation. A young buck in his prime cares more about the here and now then the far and away. But the latest addition to the Shady Acres retirement home is likely concerned about where his spirit will be roaming in a few years.

Sadly though, this question is likely what drives some to commit those less tasteful acts...but though it could also be taken literally, the question of now or later is always riding on our minds, isn't it? If I eat this now, I'll just get fat. If I make the deal later, it'll earn more. Really, which is more important? One's mortal body or one's immortal soul?

One answer, however idealistic and simpleminded it may be, is that both tie for first place.

Besides, we all know the heart is the most important anyway.

The Leaves...They're Changing

Winter...is it death..or is it life? Just...a beginning...it seems. Harsh winds promise trials like no other, yet within this darkness is a beacon, granting warmth to those who bathe in its light. Some would call it the most wonderful time of the year, but whether this attitude stems from honest good will or materialistic greed seems to be in a constant flux. While the outside is surrounded by a wreathe of ice, the inside serves only to draw us together. Color me blue.

Spring...certainly a time of life and refreshment. Those that hide from Winter's fury finally emerge to greet the sun...just as if this was the true beginning. Though cascading rains often alter the serene beauty, they wash all the grimy troubles away. It's a time of energy...of youth. Just trying to squeeze some fun into those busy work hours to lighten Atlas's load. A lovely splash of cool water to the face after a long winter's nap. Color me pink.

Summer...a time of fire. A time to burn passionately and dive headfirst into a new project. With such time on our hands, how can we not? Of course, the lazy days go hand in hand...the sleep days...the hot days...those darn dog days. Sometimes it just seems as if that raging energy has been put to bed early. It's a time of rest, of family, and of friends. Party central? Hardly, but exciting all the same. Color me green.

Autumn...one could call it a time of death...sheltered in a veil of blazing art. Time seems to slow in these calming months. Fire gives way to ice, and the passion begins to fade. The young look upon this time with disdain, as the return to responsibility beckons. The old...well, the young cannot speak for them, but a reversal would be somewhat sensible. Light begins to wane, the colors whither away, but this is no ending. Color me orange.

The cycle of life...never changed and never ending.

Petty Thievery

Who gave you the right? When that barrel sends the angel of death searing into some one's heart, who gave you the right? The right to take EVERYTHING from that person. You have not stolen his funds, or his estates, or his family, or his dearest friends, or his past, or his present, or his future. You have stolen everything. And not just for him.

Who gave you the right? To steal the apple of their eyes. To dash it to pieces that may never be repaired.

Why? For personal gain? For revenge? For defense? For a...good time?

Flounder with excuse all you like. NO ONE gave you the right that you never stop exercising. But who is there to enforce this?

That is for us to decide...