September 26th, 2018


"All flesh is as grass, And all the glory of man as the flower of the grass. The grass withers, And its flower fails away, But the word of the LORD endures forever" Isa. 40:8; 1 Peter 1:24,25
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raged against the indifferent machine of determinism

It is 11:21 AM Wednesday morning here in west Michigan. A cold cloudy blue sky windy day.

I got up this morning around 6:15 AM. I got up ate some cereal for breakfast and then messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and then read for awhile from a book titled, 'Theoretical-Practical Theology Prolegomenia Volume 1 by Petrus van Mastricht Translated By Todd M. Rester Edited By Joel R. Beeke. This morning I also went through my clothes closet and fed the birds. The morning has gone by normal.

Carol should be in New Mexico by this afternoon. I told her to call me when she is situated in Albuquerque. I never walked the streets of Albuquerque New Mexico. One of Carol's first nursing jobs was in Albuquerque a long time ago, before we knew each other.

I got out this morning to look at a book I was reading last year titled, 'American Philosophy: A Love Story' part-intellectual history & part memoir by John Kaag. I ordered recently John Kaag's new book, 'Hiking with Nietzsche: On Becoming Who You Are'. I suppose to get this book by Kaag in the mail this coming Friday.

I am not sure if I am up to leaving the house today. I am tired. I slept better last night, because I took one of my chill pills.

Last night I am having a hard time remembering right now. I think I read my books and made a video for my Youtube channel. I went to bed around 11:30 PM. Now it is another day.

Oh I now remember what I did last night. I started clearing out books last night down in the lower level back room. I put a lot of books into my van to haul to a thrift store last night. I plan to get rid of a least a thousand books before Carol gets home from her trip out West. I need to simplify. I need to feel empty of physical matter.

Well I suppose I will close to drift into the afternoon hours. There is no way of escape.
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