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The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!
 
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Journey to Disney, 2016 Edition, Part 1(?)

The time is drawing near whence all the innocents will enter the belly of the steel dragon. And all are sitting patiently for the moment to arrive – no tears, no yelling or screaming, no fighting to change the fate that all know will surely come at any minute. All just sit and wait…

 

Getting closer and closer to the feeding of the dragon and more and more sacrificial victims arrive and wait. The wait is the worst part filled idle chat, countless puzzles, pointless pacing about. Though with advances in technology, portable electronic communication devices are also employed by the masses for various mundane tasks such as saying goodbye to loved ones, playing mindless games or telling the tale of all that is to come…

 

Closer and closer and the closer the moment gets, the slower that time passes by – seconds dragging into minutes, minutes to hours. Drag on awaiting the dragon. On and on as time comes to a standstill for time travel is possible, but only in reverse…

 

Delta – the variable of change and a change is going to come as these fine folks enter the mouth of the dragon only to be spit out at some distant point in the future. Packed into the intestines of the dragon as it roars skyward into the heavens, far beyond the reach of mere mortal men. Soaring above the clouds, nearly touching space. And all that can be heard is the panicked whispers of “Mennonites on the plane, Mennonites on the plane…”

 

Soaring far above the marshmallowy world below, a sea foam world as far as the eye can see in every direction. The earth as we had known it is gone. All that remains is the steel dragon with its belly full of food. Sucking the nutrients from the poor unfortunate souls that find themselves trapped in the stomach of the beast. Digesting its meal slowly, so slow that the changes to the lost souls cannot be seen, but all know what is happening as the bodies are slowly dissolved into nothingness. And yet there is no panic, no struggle to survive, just a quiet acceptance of one’s fate, a somber resignation of becoming dragon food…

 

And there are those amongst us who feed the dragon food to ensure that they are plump and juicy for the master of the skies. Eat, drink and be merry for soon you shall be consumed by the steel beast…

 

And my mind wanders to a simpler time. And through the deep dark nooks and crannies of my cranium plays ‘Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In’ – the Fifth Dimension version and not the original cast of Hair version. Now sing along with the Fifth Dimension, “Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in (open up your heart and let it shine on in)…” And why this is I do not know, but it seems appropriate as we are slowly being digested by the metallic monster of the air…

 

I would have never imagined that it would take so very long to journey through the digestive tract, but it seems like an eternity slowly becoming the nutrients that keep the beast alive…

 

And now the momma dragon has regurgitated its human food into the mouth of the baby dragon, and the lowly human food is once again sent skyward. From above the cloud, nearly touch space, far beyond the reach of mere mortals who could, if they so desired, save the unfortunate from being slowly digested by this young beast…

 

Once again the earth has vanished far below as our bodies are absorbed by this mechanized monster. Slowly, ever so slowly, our very existence is being erased from the annals of history. But as we must perish, the creature shall get stronger; fly higher, grew more fierce, becoming the master of all its surroundings. And so as we pass, the next generation shall benefit from all that has come before just as that generation shall pass all they are unto the next generation and so on for this is the way of things. And so it shall be until the end of time. Amen…

 

Thank you for flying with us, and please return all trays to an upright position before exiting…

 

The End…

 

For now…

 

Maybe…

 
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Another lunchbreak chat to myself, Part 23...

Yet another midpoint of the work day has been reached, and thoughts have been swirling about in my head to distract me from making too many decisions that I should not be making and doing too much work that I should not be doing…

 

Today deep-thought time was spent pondering what if one’s soul does not realize that one has died and continues on as business as usual? Which leads me done the road to does a soul realize the body has died? So let me state so there is no doubt I do believe that folks have soul guiding one through this existence. I am not sure if there is a heaven or hell or if there is any reward or punishment for one’s life, but I do believe everyone has one…

 

If a soul awakens and does not know the body will no longer awaken and continue as if nothing had happened, imagine the shock once it finally dawns upon this soul that there is no need to be at work, no need to eat or sleep or use the potty. Would this be a traumatic to this poor soul or would it be a sigh of relief no longer having to do the mundane bits of existing?

 

I s’pose I shall not know the answers until I actually pass to the great beyond…

 

Now back to work with ye, Mr. GingerCollectorOfSouls…

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Another lunchbreak chat to myself, Part 22...

Having reach the midway point of another work day I find the thoughts of ‘what am I doing here?’ swirling about inside the quiet spaces of my cranium. I do not know if this came up in any of my previous entries here and I have absolutely no desire to find out, but I often have the feeling that I do not belong where I happen to be. Today I happened to experience this feeling on the long walk to work…

 

What am I doing here? ‘Tis one of the fundamental questions of my existence. Why am I here? And others of the ilk are all leading to the ultimate question of what is my purpose? And that is the bottom line – what is my purpose?

 

And it is quite possible I will never know the answer to any of these questions. I may never know why I am where I am at in life. I may never know what I am doing when I doing that which I do not know why I am doing so. I may never know what my purpose is in this existence…

 

And through it all, I always feel that the answer is just beyond the reach of my brain. So close and yet so very far away as it brushes across the fingertips of my consciousness. Maybe my thoughts are not long enough to grasp the truth. Or it is quite possible my intelligence level is not high enough to understand what my purpose is. I do not know, and maybe I shall never know…

 

And now get ye back to work, Mr. DeepThought…

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Another lunchbreak chat to myself, Part 21...

Another Monday is half way done and half yet to come, and here I sit pondering thingies that have been on my mind during the first half of my day. Today’s topic of interest is the upcoming primary and my relationship to such…

 

This will be the third and quite possible the final presidential election cycle I will take part in. For those of you who may not know (which would be most of y’all), I am the Majority (and sometimes Minority) Inspector of Elections in my district. The two days every year are filled with far too many hours for the pay I receive; and the time leading up to the primaries and general elections provide me with far too displeasure for me to keep on going…

 

Yes, I do work the polls. No, I do not need to know your personal prospective in great detail with 27 black and white glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a description on the back of each one – I do not need to know who you vote for and why even though you are passionate about the person you feel is the right choice for all of America to make…

 

The pay is not even minimum wage for the hours required. Dealing with some voters is not worth the effort. If need be I have and will call the constables to remove you from my presence. The rules are simple: enter, give your name, vote, leave – that’s all you have to do, that’s it and nothing more. Anything above and beyond this is not required and could possibly be illegal. Any protesting and/or activism shall not be tolerated for as stated above I am not getting paid enough to deal with your crap. K?

 

But what is even more wearing upon my soul is hearing for far too long who is the best candidate, who stands up for this, who stands up for that for which I do not care at all about. I know what each candidate stands for, I can do my own research, I do not need to hear your take upon such matters. Even above and beyond this are those who tell me how I should do my job, folks who will never do their civic duty and sit behind the table and deal with the public. I shall not go into details about what most of these individuals force upon me, but I will give a hint as to my viewpoint: I stand united with Nelson Mandela when it comes to voting regulations. If you understand that reference you are far more educated than most individuals I have to deal with…

 

I do believe working the polls should be much like serving jury duty, everyone gets selected and everyone serves unless one finds some way out of serving. Everyone should feel privileged to serve one’s community, everyone should find out the joys of spending 14 hours being subjected to those who feel the need to express their opinions whether prompted to do so or not. May ye find joy in serving the process…

 

And now back to work with ye, Mr. Angry Poll Worker…

No sinners - confession
 
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Sunday reflections...

Another Sunday has arrived, and I shall rejoice in the fact that I will not be working a full day today. ‘Tis rare to actually have  a day whence I do not have to drive to the Workplace of Despair. Even rarer is having two days off in a row, which has not happened yet this year, and shall not happen until I use my vacation days available though that is still off in the distant future…

 

Today I am reflecting upon the world of the Interwebs and more specifically a number of groups I have become associated with over that time span. And with these reflections, there are the thoughts of moving on…

 

I may have blogged about my computer background before, but I have to admit that I only reread my posts once and only once and edit as I must. Anyhoo, I bought my first computer in 1988, built my first system in 1990, discovered the Interwebs in 1994, finally found an ISP in 1995 that allowed me to venture onto the UseNet. The service was AOL and if memory serves me, the price was $24.99 per month with that monthly fee, one received five hours of free online time – each additional hour was $1.99. The kiddoes got it made today with unlimited access and unlimited data, and speeds that could have never been envisioned in the wild west days on the Internet…

 

Long story short that was when WeeSaul was born. In many ways, Wee is more me than I  can actually be in my surroundings. I am a wall builder; I build walls to keep others out, to keep them away from the mushy inner core of my being. Wee never had to build walls; Wee could be the good, the bad, and the ugly of my existence, the non-Reader’s Digest abridged edition of the person I am…

 

Throughout all this was the time for Wee to grow, learn, mature, to become the version of me that I should have been. And now I have the feeling that it may be time to leave the nest for I can no longer be the person I created, I have to build walls to not hurt or embarrass others, I have to keep my mouth shut when I feel I need to speak, I have to be me rather than Wee. The joy I once had in the UseNet and being associated with particular groups upon such has long since gone. After 20 years of service, I should be provided with a pension so I may just relax and watch the world spiral around me…

 

The Wee outside of the UseNet will go on as long as I continue to go on, I just have my doubts on the future of part of Wee’s life. Time marches on, this orb will continue to spin through this universe, life will go on as Wee fades from the collective memories of all those who associated with the me known as Wee…

 

So much to ponder though none of it will anyone consider earth-shattering, and is only of importance to me. And that is the purpose of this blog as I am sure I stated before though I shall not reread anything after the editing phase has been completed for that is the way it is. So if thou dost seek the Truth, thou shall have to seek it for thyself, k?

 

And so it is written, and so shall it be…

 

Praise be unto Coffee and all the warmth therein as it offers itself unto thee…

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