i'm running out of opinions. frankly, i give up. in the grand scheme of things, what a relief to realize how helpless you are and yet that you can play a part. so small, so insignificant we all are. yes, life as a whole may be a colossal mess, but what a shame to not live up the bright spots while they last.

why should we search for meaning anyway? we are here to do what we can, not to figure out excuses that explain why we shouldn't do anything.

is living with the good in mind the same thing as living in relationship with God? is an answer to that really necessary for the here and now, essential to our helping our fellow man?

we have so many questions; we struggle; we complain; we begrudge...we speculate; we theorize; we rationalize. while we do that, do we miss the big picture? do we miss the myriad of infinitesimal pictures? are we too busy with all our introspection? when did thought become an excuse for uselessness?

simplicity may very well be perfection; woe to those who complicate life.

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