...soul on fire...
I'm wondering (shit has just happened, to give you a little splashing of the background): am I falling into some grave fallacy or am I getting things right, big way?
On the one hand it is said "whoever can be trusted with little#...", on the other - "... in his joy he went and sold all he had..." (well, I've blown it rather than sold - maybe this is where part of the problem lies?)...
I just don't know. All I know is that when I see the main thing, and I see the main thing!, about the rest - style, timing, PR, bills*, taxes**, PR, style, this fucking punctual*** world and its fucking punctual ways (how come love is always late, then?), conventions, taxes, PR, sensitivities, friends, style, enemies and what have you - I don't fucking (style) care.
*yes, that is a bit of a problem, I admit; it is to do with morality and integrity - but I've been doing my fucking best for the past two months!
** the paying of
***although I have to say I hate when others keep me waiting - it's disrespectful (I guess I'm on the verge of some important discovery regarding human relations).
# what if 'little' is this life? - then to focus on the main thing and fuck the rest would make even more sense. I have to consult the Fathers of the Church on this one. NB Remember - when in doubt, don't google it, don't go-to-your-best-friend it (I mean do go, if it's really your best friend), don't ask your mom (unless it's Mary) and forget your dad (unless it's your real Dad) - go straight to the Fathers (after you've been to Jesus, of course).
[this Hash Scriptum was added, as you may have guessed, after a few cooling hours. And, by the way, just one more thing: I may not fucking care, but I'm a Christian - so I don't fucking care in a gentle, loving way. You don't get it? I don't fucking care!!]
