I must be in a good mood.

I’m thinking thoughts again.

Alone. It feels that way sometimes. It’s not. I scoff at the fear of being that way.

Alone.

I was built for it. It’s a prerequisite to being the person that I am. Alone in my thoughts? That’s scary to some. Alone in yours? Are you scared?

I’m not alone. I am alone.

I am not scared. I’ve been scared before. It scared me.

Let’s talk about that today. Let’s talk about the ordering of solitude. Fear is for the fire.

I love fire, I love fuel. I don’t want to fan the flame, but,

I want to start a fire. I want to watch it burn.

Jesus Christ. I need to stop.

He loves me enough to know that. He saves me anyway.

Why?

Why the tree? Why the hill? Why did you die on one? Why do I? What was the point?

What saves me exactly?

What is the picture trying to say?

Why was it staged that way? What was the composition?

Why?

It’s truly amazing how saying something three different ways, can be perceived differently.

Albeit Innocent Sounding.

What’s the story? What’s the process?

Why?

The story and the process of a plan is not the staging of one. It is just the ordered thoughts about process to achieve a desired outcome.

The why, is the understanding of the process.

Not the outcome.

How you personally feel about it, is up to you.

Have I been saved?

That’s called rhetorical reciprocal reprobation.

Hence the scoff.