I believe that's why the spirit some call Jesus is reputed to hang around with the less fortunate. The fortunate are too busy being janitors to their possessions, because if they don't, then the Crows will steal they stuff and give it away to somebody who wants it more. People who live simpler lifestyles aren't any closer to God than more complicated people, it's just that they don't seem so occupied with abstract theory that if God does come around they are ready to notice.
Maybe that's what the priest class are for. The redistribution of wealth. Bernie Madoff was/is such a Crow in my opinion. I suspect that may be why the Arabs hate the Jews. I've never figured that out to my satisfaction. Why would I? Maybe it's not worth having more than you need when others are starving. We'll find out soon enow.
I've just declared war on the squirrels that have decided they own my house. I bought an air rifle that shoots plastic BBs. I don't wanna kill 'em. I just want them to feel unwelcome to my house. I built my house outta wood. The outside is cypress board and batten. They appear to think it's a dead tree, and technically they're right, but it's not alright with me for them to gnaw holes in it. Usually my yard is full of squirrels, but I haven't seen a single one since I unwrapped and loaded the air rifle.
I have an exercise machine I use that I'm pleased with. I did considerable research on these types of machines before I bought it. The reviews seemed to stress how complete the motion of it's glider movement worked, and how the design of it and the solid construction of it made it a good buy. I bought it from Sears because it was the same machine re-branded, and Sears was merely handy. It's lasted me a long time and seems to still work as advertised.
I don't use this machine nearly as much as I oughta, but who does, right? When I do use it I work the thing as long as it pleases me and then I stop. This medicine I'm taking makes me not wanna move around very much. I have to act with deliberation to get my heart rate up for a while. I like having this machine around for when the weather is rough outside.
I do another sort of exercise by using the outside stairs up to the second floor of my house. That really works my major leg and torso muscles, but it don't do much for my arms and shoulders. That's where my heart glider comes in well. It does exercise that part of me, but it's not really strenuous.
I'm a little freaked out now by my response to Elizabeth Gibson's wonderful metaphors. I keep finding new ones that in some way make the same conclusion. "LOOK, look there. Watch what's going on. That's how God is. That's how God is."
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.
