More Lines in the Sand

But all this got me thinking: I'm so bad at this, sometimes ... I shouldn't be able to succeed at my mission. And for all that's left to do ... if I wanted to be generous or optimal or such ... I won't be. Not alone anyway.

It's a tired old story ... but, at this point in the text, with all gone but dreams; It makes a different kind of sense. First we would need some kind of office. And to that place I would invite everybody who has something. To bring them there, that would be the work of the Church. Your work. By whichever channels would lead You there. And there we would sit down and discuss things. I would keep tabs, organize my work relative to what You have to say; And maybe have connections develop as we go.
It would need to be a place where people can stay for a while - as there is no way of telling how long this or that would take. Nor do we know what this or that even is. I mean, sure we do. Here a little, there a little - but all in fragments with the rest being "somewhere out there".

It would certainly be a place I would call home for a while; And so we'd also need catering and possibly more. First we'd need to get settled, then we'd need to secure weed supply, while You'd have to provide me with the who and what ... so we can organize ... and set dates. I mean, whoever is going to interface with me first - there has to be a meet and greet and I'd have to familiarize with the who and whats; Where at the end of it all we'd want to have one or more books, something official and codified, ... and who knows?


Sure we'd need computers and networking ... a place where everything can flow together - from where we can broadcast and overall consolidate our mostly decentralized unity.

I wouldn't want to cut anyone out - but just overall invite the impulse to be there. If You believe in something, or have an idea that forbids You from just staying put or just have the desire to share something, I want to hear it. And I want to have the time to hear it all out.

Like, first we meet and greet, then we discuss the books, then we do cultural entanglements, then we talk about organization, then back to the books, maybe, or some art and culture ... . I would certainly need an idea of what's on peoples minds. It makes it easier, I suppose, to check every box and not miss something important.

The top priority would certainly be messaging. To get the missionary work straight, where ... I sure wouldn't have the experience. I'm sure there's something to be said about wishes ... and sure. On and off we'll need a break, do a hiatus ... but I wouldn't know how to fill those voids or make space for them like this.


I mean, I have to flow with the pressures and the winds. What's there is there, what isn't isn't - and we roll as we go. You'll figure something out. I mean, ... let the spirit guide You!


Some things would go quickly, other things we'd have to come back to later, or both - and I don't know. Eating bread and pasta kind of makes me wanna ... jump to Budweis and get some Bohemian cuisine ... . Not sure if it's still any good these days. It's possibly the curse of privilege, the desire for something ... other than what is ... every day; Spiced up with knowledge and past experiences. Yea, Noodles ... Chinese, Tai, Philippine ... . Ah ... the best thing however might just be grilled fish with rice.

I mean, I had this idea once. Some kind of Fast Food restaurant but with international kitchen. Like ... the top foods from all around the world ... although it'd probably all turn out horrible.


And afterwards ... [snorrrreee] ... I guess what I really want it is for someone to just knock me out, put me somewhere nice and wake me up in the better tomorrow. I don't want to be useless and I sure want to stick my nose into everything I can - sort of - but I guess, this is as good a place as any to just keel over for a bit ... .