For those who come here and wonder about me, I am not really a cynical person. In essence, and to keep the conversation within bounds of rational thought, I am a strange breed of humorist. Dry humor rather than guffaws or riotous laughter. War taught me that despite all the humor ever joked, we end up killing one another way too much. That put an edge on my humor and a darkness in my heart of hearts. Killing isn’t for eveybody and, in the grand scheme of all that is holy, it is a terrible wrong. It is cringe worthy when we consider how off-handed killing has become. Like a picnic in some park strangled with overgrown vegetation.
At least what I had to do was considered legal! In fact, some got medals for killing. You gotta admit that this is true cynicism. Killing for a medal just like in the Olympics! Well, that is where the edge came from as I look back fifty or sixty years.
So, I am not a cynic but more a realist than anything. I look on life as a gift, not a burden. I believe in keeping one’s nose clean as the only way to go through life. A clean nose saves lives is yet another way to look at life. The gift of life, if used properly, leads to eternal life and that is not a cynical statement, that is a factual statement, no matter what you think. I mean, did you think life would be simple, pastoral, and easy? If so, you missed your opening lecture before you were born. At that lecture you were told that you would be challenged by he who wants to lead you astray and condemn you to death. Versus, He who gave you guidance in a large book that, if followed succinctly, would lead you to eternity.
Choice. Life is all about choice. Make the right choice.
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