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Why is it that when we talk to God we're said to be praying, but when God talks to us we're schizophrenic? very short entry today. been busting my ass at work all day. past the priming & now into the painting. lots of painting. already the gallery looks good, but there is so much detail work that needs to need to be done that there is still a looong way to go. at least it keeps me out of trouble. night out tonight & i still don�t know what i�m going to do with myself. thinking of heading to providence & grabbing an ice cream or something. i like the drive to/from providence at night. i find it relaxing & somewhat comforting. don�t know why exactly, just do. i�m odd that way. more tomorrow. as for now i need to get out of here. hope you all have a good night. be well. The reserve of modern assertions is sometimes pushed to extremes, in which the fear of being contradicted leads the writer to strip himself of almost all sense and meaning. |
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