Finite existence

To think, we have a finite existence here on earth before our conscious returns to the collective. I find it quite interesting most people, especially these fanatical Christians are afraid of death. You would think, if you had true faith in your religion, knowing you would be going to a better place, I highly doubt you would be hoarding guns and ammo, digging bunkers, stock piling food for the end of the world. Speaking of this rapture to whom these christian zealots refer, they seem to always find a loop hole to avoid the pain and suffering at the end of times lol. The theologian who came up with the idea of rapture was brilliant. "How can I preach the destruction of the world, yet make people believe they can avoid the pain and suffering and even death... I know, they will be raptured... Ha... I'd rather take my virgins and be done with it... Speaking of which, is this really referenced in the Koran? I have yet to read this book. I should put it on my reading list.. The Bible was a real bore of a read. To be aware of every parable told by Jesus has been taken completely out of context and twisted to suit the needs of the masses, destroyed my enjoyment of this book. Every verse read I would think how could anyone take literal translations from this? Absurd I tell you! Ah, the human mind can twist anything to feed its own ego. The need to be right, coupled with the need to have something to fight against, gives more than enough energy to build one's ego, let alone a collective of ego's. I want to have coffee with my friend James Schram, unfortunately, I missed the opportunity the other day as I had slept in after a long sleepless night. If you are reading this Mr Schram, I beg of you to make time for coffee this weekend. Our conversations are without a doubt the only one's I truly enjoy. I just cannot relate to others very well. I know for the masses, this rambling won't hold much interest for long." who is this guy, posting a daily journal of garbage, no one is going to read anyways. " well,  Mr.. Mr.. I will write and publish publicly my useless brain functions just to annoy you. And with that I bid you ado.. Till next time my friend.

Passing Time

Today has been disappointingly bleak. My son is napping next to me, his deep, resonating breaths, a welcome relief to my ears. I am starting to write again, mainly to pass some time. Unemployment has bested me yet again. Jobs are ever more elusive by the day. Although, I have a promising lead. Unfortunately, they are taking their time contacting me, what I thought would be just a week has turned into two going on three. Soon enough though, I shall be forging ahead, albeit, in a different direction. Should be interesting to say the least. One may say it is my calling. Given what I have been doing the last 20 years I have found to be taxing, egregious, and quite tedious to be honest. Looking forward to this new prospect. Jumping in with both feet, we shall see where it leads... Until Then.. I bid you farewell... Much love and peace..