Contemplation beyond reason and emotion.

 Am I therefore become your enemy because I tell you the truth?  Galatians 4.

So often we might see a good person die "too soon" or a random act of violence, and befuddled, we wonder if its really God's plan.  What I find as much peculiar as those things is that our own horrid imaginations are part of the same vibrant, limitless Living God.

Had I became so enlightened as to condescend to give advice, Lucillus?  Nay, I tell you, for the advice was merely a recounting of anything anyone at all might suffer through, in their own time.  The collected moments in the Cheraw IGA parking lot notching time while Mother shopped, sort of collectively assembled as a piecemeal 40 days in the wilderness, smiling like a spud into the camera of my phone.  Given the option to sit, stay or do nothing, I had not prayers to give, nor curses or recitations, but was taken up by the expenditure of life that is sitting and waiting.  Contemplation, beyond either emotion or reason.