My my. It seems to me that life is in order for a change. The random flow of life has not thrown a curve at me lately. Alas, but yonder bell tolls for none but me, and I must say that despite its incessant breach of silence a certain melody is contrived. However it may be, I do not believe that time slips wholly for me, but its merest passage is but mine to behold. No one can say what it is to be me, yet they always seem to think they can.

Yet their pettiness is inherent in only themselves, as they would sooner realize if they had not the capacity to deem what is said in jest and what is said in truth, the latter being what everything I say seems to be interpreted as. Is my humor to far above all that they cannot comprehend what I say in jest? Perhaps so, and the fallacy is my fault. I cannot forgive those remarks that I interpret as insults, so perhaps I should not judge others on the mistake they have made if I am not sure that I have made the same mistake. But I shouldn't have to, even as others look to themselves and see only what they like others to see they look at me and see only what they want to.

I should allow this to pass, but I do that to much, in my accommodating way I always seem to end up being the patsy. I do not interpret this to not standing up to myself, but being the better person by allowing others to think they have won. Alas, perhaps I should drop the Confucian ethics and begin a more Taoist approach. Indeed, the flow of nature is cruel and kind in the same breath, and as I passively send barbs out, I can only hope my insults go delivered to the intended targets, and the guilt raised will allow them to view the mistakes that they have made. Ah but now I am being fecicious.

So with that I will bid this post adieu. For not in oneself is the answer to the problems of others, but the problems of self. And in that only one can comprehend what that answer is. For in being there is always a way to solve a problem, but whether that problem is like by one is another problem they have to deal with. Let those reign upon their thrones of self importance, for one day their mirror will shatter, leaving only others to scoff at the dependence they seek from the praise of others. Ciao...JLA.