September 8th, 2015

he is a modern man

It is in the flow of existence here in West Michigan 7:38 AM Tuesday. Outside this morning it is humid rainy and dark. It is suppose to storm all day.

I got up at 6:35 AM this morning. Right now I feel wasted, but that is normal for me. My blood needs to move instead of just sitting in this old body. I find my body fascinating. A human body is a miracle in motion. It is amazing that my physical body keeps working after 63 years of decay. This body is growing old and someday will die and be resurrected from the grave. I suppose not many people in the world believe in the Final Resurrection.

http://gracegems.org/28/human_nature9.htm

I made myself oatmeal for breakfast and a cup of tea. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary. Now I am writing in my blogs. I find it discouraging that when I tell people I have a online blog that they do not ask me where they can find it so as to read it. I write a blog for people to read and come to know me. I also write because I enjoy writing down words. I love words. What depresses me is that I know so few words. Due to my limited knowledge of words/English language I fail to express what is inside me. My world remains hidden no matter how much I write. My reality/my life is basically unknown and will be unknown when I am dead. In the end as a professing Christian I pray that the Lord Jesus Christ knows me and loves me. I want to be resurrected from the dead to be with the Lord forever in the New Creation.

Last night I watched college football and read "The View From Castle Rock" Stories by Alice Munro. I went to bed around 11 o'clock PM and read late into the night. Now it is another day to make sure I die in the Lord and not outside the kingdom of grace. These words of the Apostle Paul come to my weary mind, "giving thanks to the Father who has qualified us to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in the light. He has delivered us from the power of darkness and conveyed us into the kingdom of the Son of His love, in whom we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins" Colossians 1:12-14.

This morning around 10 o'clock AM I might go grocery shopping and then visit a nearby Goodwill Thrift store to look at their used books.

Well I suppose I will close to feel hung over wasted. The Lord is faithful even when we are not.
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used books bought 9/8/2015

It is in the flow 2:09 PM Tuesday afternoon. I left the house this morning to get some groceries items and then to visit a Goodwill Thrift store. I found these used books at this Goodwill Store-

"The Divine Ryans" a novel by Wayne Johnston

"Light Between Oceans" a novel by M. L. Stedman

"Crash" a novel by J. G. Ballard

"The People's Act Of Love" a novel by James Meek

"The Plague Of Doves" a novel by Louise Erdrich

I came home after Goodwin to eat lunch and put away food supplies. While I was out wandering the Wasteland I got a call from my wife, so I called her back. After lunch I left the house again to get bird seed/black oiled sunflower seeds for our birds and to visit some more thrift stores in search of used books. I found these used books at other thrift stores today-

"Libra" a novel by Don Delillo

"How It All Began" a novel by Penelope Lively

"Bay Of Tigers: An African Odyssey" travel memoir by Pedro Rosa Mendes

"Dangerous Ambition: Rebecca West And Dorothy Thompson New Women in Search of Love and Power" biography by Susan Hertog

"A Sportman's Notebook" (Everyman's Library) by Ivan Turgenev

In the mail this afternoon I received a book I had ordered titled, "William Gaddis" literary study by Steven Moore.

I could write more but I am too tired so I will close to rest.

I do want to mention something I saw this morning while driving around. I was driving past a cemetery and noticed a older man kneeing before a grave talking. I believe the old fellow was talking to the person who had died/maybe his wife? It was a sad sight.
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diary supplies

I forgot to mention earlier that while I was out wandering the Land of the Living Dead I stopped at Staples Office Supply store to get fresh paper, folders and pens. I thought if I bought fresh diary supplies I would not feel so pissed and depressed/mad at the world of humanity/sick of my own wordless existence.

The big problem is that I have nothing to write about. I am constantly writing about nothing. I am writing about my existence flowing around and around in the IT/oneness of all things/the holy Now.

diary supplies

diary supplies

diary supplies
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