I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
A Priori Speculation With No Place To Go
Pheromones. A mere whiff of them from a bleeding woman takes away the kind of focus and attention men need for spiritual work because the pheromones immediately begin preparing the male body for possible procreative behavior instead of singing gregorian chants, whether he likes it or not. He might not even notice his agenda has been subtly reframed.
