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September 11th, 2018 
It is in the ongoing death flow 10:14 AM Tuesday morning here in western Michigan. Outside this morning their is a death mist in the air.

I got up this morning around 7:10 AM. I got up made myself a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and got out to read for devotions 'The Saint's Everlasting Rest' a treatise by the 17th century English Puritan Richard Baxter.

Carol got home from work around 8:37 AM and went to bed around 9:30 AM for the day. Now it is 10:17 AM and I have no plans for the day ahead of me except to read and write.

Last night I made a video for my Youtube and read my books till 11 o'clock PM.

I did get out these books to look at this morning-

'The Marrow Of Theology' by William Ames Translated with an Introduction by John Dystra Eusden

'A Body Of Divinity Being the Sum and Substance of the Christian Religion' by Archbishop Ussher

'Lectures On Theology' Two Volumes by Rev. John Dick (published in 1837)

'A Sketch of the Christian's Catechism' by William Ames (1576-1633) Translated by Todd M. Rester

'Armilla Catechetica: A Chain of Principles' by John Arrowsmith (1602-1659) [Westminster Assembly Facsimile Series]

'A Treatise On True Theology' by Franciscus Junius Translated By David C. Noe Introduction By Willem J. Van Asselt Foreword By Richard A. Muller

Well I will close to drift.
It is in the death flow 3:50 PM Tuesday afternoon. The sun came out this afternoon which was a blessing.

I did find the courage to leave the house this morning to visit thrift stores and to get some office supplies. I found these used books-

'American Tabloid' a novel by James Ellroy (I already had this novel but my copy was a paperback, this edition I found today was a nice hardback with a slipcover)

'The Hand: How Its Use Shapes The Brain, Language, And Human Culture' non-fiction by Frank R. Wilson

'India Calling: An Intimate Portrait Of A Nation's Remaking' non-fiction by Anand Giridaradas

'Three Delays' a novel by Charlie Smith

'Schmidt Steps Back' a novel by Louis Begley

At Staples Office Supply store I bought folders, pens, paper, ink for our printer and a 2019 calendar for my 2019 diary. I always have to keep track of my existence. We will soon be in the year 2019, so time to get ready.

I have been reading this afternoon the novel 'Hovac' by Tom Kristensen Translated from the Danish by Carl Malmberg. I find reading this novel painful because as I read I am reading the story of a man who is destroying his comfortable middle-class life by becoming an alcoholic. It is painful to see all around you humanity destroying themselves by worshiping false gods. I pray constantly to the Lord to keep me from destroying myself by living a life of unbelief. It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of a Living Holy God!

Well I suppose I will close to wait for nightfall. One can not escape what is written in the book of God's decrees.

"[24] Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain.
[25] And every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown; but we an incorruptible.
[26] I therefore so run, not as uncertainly; so fight I, not as one that beateth the air:
[27] But I keep under my body, and bring it into subjection: lest that by any means, when I have preached to others, I myself should be a castaway." First Corinthians 9:24-27


Know It’s Over

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Oh...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
Over and over, la...
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
"If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know...
'Cause tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms..."
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is natural and real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is natural and real
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my...

Songwriters: Steven Morrissey / Johnny Marr
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