Take a look at your cards again. You are holding the Joker.
I obviously don’t think that’s right.
But then I wouldn’t, would I?
If I really were holding the Joker, I would be blind to that reality. One of the bad things about holding the Joker is that it makes one blind to the cards that one is holding.
It is the cruel fate of the humans that we do not see our own blind spots. Everyone else sees them. Just not us. And we are the one who most need to see them. It’s scary for me to think that there is even a tiny chance that it might really be me holding the Joker.
Life sure ain’t boring when you don’t know the ending yet.
Wait! Didn’t I tell you Goons that I took a sneak peak at the last page of The Saga before I even dared to put forward my famous post of the morning of May 13, 2002? Didn’t I say that?
I must have been dreaming.
Ot perhaps I was joking around a little.
It couldn’t be that I was telling a lie. I wouldn’t do something like that. Even to my Goon friends! It’s not like me, teddy bear poster that I am known to be.
Did someone once suggest that I spoke with lawyers and put together a strategy for proceeding back in the early days, if not actually prior to May 13, 2002, at least not too terribly long after that?
Or did I just imagine that? Has it been so long that my recollection of things is no longer entirely clear?
Am I losing my freakin’ MIND?
Meds! Meds! Where are my meds?
I believe in God and I believe that this all will turn out better than any of us can today even imagine. That’s not an original thought. John Walter Russell said that a long time ago. His words had the ring of truth for me for reasons that I do not fully understand. I believe that John will be proven the seer even though there is no actual peer-reviewed research in the literature addressing this particular point.
Call it a hunch. Call it a sneaky feeling. Call it a gut belief.
You are going to have to exercise a wee bit of patience, Grasshopper. God lets things play out in His own time.
Don’t get mad at me! It’s not my fault! I sometimes have as hard a time figuring out The Big Guy as you do! There are times when I too wish that he would just get on with it!
He loves me. I am sure. But he doesn’t feel a need to explain everything He does to me.
Take care, old friend.