not yet punditik

I do not know about you, but sometimes rage happens.  Crazy rage.  To me. In you.  And it is usually set off by the smallest things.  Though now I come to think about it, it probably happens because of shutting down the vents from little annoyances.  Holding stuff in.  A kind of abeyance. Holding it in.  Mantled in.  Plugged shut. Like a volcano.  That some say is dormant.  And they are trotting up and down your sides. And clambering all over you.  Getting to the top and sitting there crowing on their achievement.  On top of you.  And walking around your craters.  Simpering on their greatness.  Tilling up your slopes. Eroding.  Digging.  Prodding.  Cutting down your cover.  Grrrrrrrr. Smile and wave. And then this little thing happens.  Some innocuous sounding little thing.  A dirty fork.  A laugh instead of silence.  A silence instead of loudn...

You meet someone.   You are attracted to them.   You love them.   You do the whole wedding shebang thing.   Married.   And then you live together. Or you live together first and then get married.   But key is the marriage ceremony thingini happens and then the living together.   You must be married first, for you to realise that you married a stranger. Because after some time, and this has nothing to do with the honeymoon stage, or the 7 year itch, or the 10 year hurdle, you look at your partner and realise, crap – who the hell is this.   Who did I get married to.   Who am I living with.   Who did I hitch up my wagon to.   All my wagons. Holyshitthisiscrazy.   I have no clue who this person is.   What in ternation am I doing here.   Blistering barnacles.    Someone send in the marines. Oh merrrn.   What am I going to do.   Was I insane.   No way.   This cannot be hapn’ng ...

Each came out of the darkness to answer a primal call from within.   Self selected to come into God’s light.   A burning desire within each, to leave behind his limitations.   To become a man of purpose.   To fulfill his destiny. They met through the ordinance of God, for their paths were bound to converge.   The time and place of this congregation long preordained.   To form an assembly.   Of men enough. Men yearning for knowledge in the Word.   Men seeking faith and God’s favour.   Men of vitality and gentleness.   Erudite and cultured.   Men of valour yet afraid.   Audacity is their mantle as they gird the loins of their souls.   Coming face to face with innermost pains and fears coupled with acknowledgement of their limitations.   Searching for inherent strengths and yearning for boundless capacity. They recognise and acknowledge the admirable traits of each, which resonating within the other...

Tharn - a Lapine word.   A language created by author Richard Adams for his 1972 novel   Watership Down   Awesome book. which I read when I was 12. Tharn .   To freeze in terror.   No thought.   No movement.   Like a rabbit caught in the headlights of oncoming cars.   It’s going to die.   It’s going to die.   It’s going to die!! Social media tharn.   Caught in the brilliance of social media.   A lot of thought.   A big lot of thought.   Thoughts that got to be told.   My deepest darkest secrets, my innermost torment, my horrendous past, my current awesomeness, and my future preps.   Everything.   Let’s tell it all.   A lot of finger action.   On devices that live in our hands.   Our miniature computers.   Available always. You see you tap.   You think you tap.   You move you tap.   Goodness - you fart you tap. No limitations.   Be w...

I sat in a class recently, and there was a guy in front being the font of knowledge, and his words were flowing with wisdom.  At some point he talked about fools.  Something about them not being able to see or know they are foolish, and the different perspective they have. It got me thinking about fools. Are we supposed to call people fools by the way?  Probably not.  Politically correctness et al.  But the fact remains, and this is between you and I, that there are fools, and sometimes, needs must, call a fool a fool. Somewhere in the good book, it is said not to call our brother a fool.  But Lord, You know it, and I know it, and eeeeeeeeeeverybody knows it; sometimes Lord, a fool is just a fool.  And needs must be told? The bible says “Speak not in the ears of a fool: for he will despise the wisdom of thy words”, though I think fool here means wicked, but anyway.  It boils down to - you cannot tell the fool that he is a fool,...