Chill

I was wondering at God, on my way home from the ship tonight, why do people use righteousness as a cloak to mask evil? It does us no good.

I'm full of gratitude. It's been rare for people to praise me. I distrust it anyway. Don't get me wrong it's good to hear because some times I did wonder if I was noticed. I've lived on the edge of notice for a long time. I suppose it was to keep me humble.

As to remaining calm in the storm? How do you think I do that? I'm curious to know.

And the conversation coming to Mother Bear's attention: Well, sometimes you gotta let the little kid touch the fire. I'm mainly concerned for institutional reasons, not personal ones. So the upshot is that I didn't fundamentally change my opinion of the matter but have reassessed my tactics. The nuance is always lost! Oh the pain of art! And the misfortune of humanity that people tend to see attacks where there are none. "The wounds of a friend" as proverbs records, "are better than the kisses of an enemy". So what appears to be an attack is in fact preservation. But we get all self absorbed and are quick to take offense it's the stress level. We just need to chill.

And on that note I'm going to forget about all of this for a few blissful hours.