The quixotic rational mind is a poor leader. It only knows fear and abstinence. Every accusation I (we) make is and indictment against ourselves. We can argue from our own experience as rationally deduced and end up nowhere as obviously played out in the many social media postings. We’ll never agree, we will forever be excusing or accusing one another from our sad sick place of ‘rightness’. You are right, of course, so is everyone, in their own eyes. I like/dislike the interaction with you and others. It stimulates my thinking which is good for my aging, demented mind. I love you (disagreeable though you are). I know you are right in your own eyes, and I know you think I am wrong, So? You’ve had your life experiences that has led you to your own conclusions. My life experiences are different and my conclusions are different. Some times it gets tedious, but nevertheless it is better than faceless anonymity. I know who my God is. He doesn’t need me to argue for him. Soon you will be dead, in the cosmos (the great sea) and your arguments will be moot. Death is waiting for us all, and we argue about a little pathetic bunch of thieves (Bush and Obama types) who are fleas on the back of reality. Are you proud of you scientific atheism? Good for you, I’m proud of my Father Creator and I plan to go to him after this sin sick life of fighting and killing is over. Fighting against one another with ideas that mean nothing eternal is an ignorance I have a perversion for. and aversion to, and self sabotaging need to share.
Tis is why treehouses are so important. The world needs me to build a treehouse. The cosmos will be alteres, the matrix will ripple throughout eternity when a house is built in a tree in Sout Princeton Maine. All existence waits for me. I am the ultimate narcisist. I am loving, benevolent, kind, selfish and cruel. I will bow to you, I will serveyou, as long as it serves myself. It is an inescapable conumdrum. I ask nothing. I want to serve my time here and go to the next life with a confident smile of eternal Faith. A treehouse is the way for me. Maybe you need whimsy? I am here.