Originally Posted by buda atum

Well, not quite! For everytime I consider, "buda, it is time to start on the journey", even though I make to step out the door and embark, I find I have not moved anywhere at all! I think however that I have said that afore - ring a' ring a roses, a pocket full of rubbish! - all the same, anyway, let me step, Perhaps I'd get somwhere today.

My question will be, "why?" Why do I embark on a journey at all? I too wonder, but let me tell you about the journey itself.

It has been a long trip since my inception into my ma's belly. There were times when I was not, and a time when I began 'to be'. To say that I was at the beginning would be a blatant lie; one, because I do not know what was before my time, and second, because even I know my ma, and da were before me - I, came long after.

All the same, I continue a trip began long before I came. If I may borrow the words of Jeremiah, paraphrased for humility, I was planned before I existed, I had those type of parents, you see, "shall we, or shall we not?"

So, in essence, all my life has been a trip, though, I would be the first to admit that it has been a trip to absolutely no where that I have been aware of, nowhere indeed!

I rememeber the days when I actually did think I was going somewhere though. I looked in the books, and found out where to go next, for the trip if you have not gathered by now, was a trip through the Garden of Reading. My greedy nature makes me not capable of passing a tree without tasting of the fruit thereof, hence have I been the eater of tasty juicy good fruit and also the eater of foul nasty horribly disgusting fruit; all I can say is that I have learnt - from experience, only - that not all fruit are bad, and not all are to the good either; just as not all roads travelled are good, and not all are to the bad either.

Yet, and here lays the dilenma of the travelling of many roads - one never gets anywhere, or so it would seem from the perspective of onlookers who obviously know different. Looking, I have seen not. Understanding, I have understood nothing; I have eaten yet I still hunger, I have drank deeply, yet do I thirst still. Still I journey on, getting no where, so to speak.

And there is the love in the matter. I think I have come to the conclussion that though all humans are created in the exact same image of the Almighty God, yet have some not taken to the moulding as some others may have. For when I think of the food of the God's, the fruit of the tree of Good and Evil, indeed, some humans have not eaten, "lest they become like the Gods!" And so some have, taking the fruit right off the Godly table itsdelf. And for those who do know, do they who eat the the Godly foods not become as such?

Yet are we to love one another! And not only so to those who are lovable, but to those whom we would deign to detest the most! For is it not the easier to love the lovables than the detestables? Is it not the easier to love they that are in agreement moreso than they that are not?I think I shan't answer that one!

Well, I have found that the more acceptable lovables that many would love is to those that do see, believe, think as they themselves would! And yet, as many as are the different humans in the world, so the many are the different perspectives, believings, and thinkings that many hold. And yet, to love we must!

I find that humans have a great trick by which they attempt to get around this differences in the many images, in that one sense do the humans take on the divine authority that we would project, and that is to make others like us, to create them in one's own image - either by making them think as one does, or claiming their thinking is of a such nature that justifies my unloving attitude towards them.

All the same, my journey, or shall I call it trip? So it may I be able to be claimed that I have finally taken a step outside - albeit, not as my own personal desire, but as a matter of need, can anyone tell that I have left the enclosement of my abode?

I myself find that I may think I am outside, yet my mind be so trapped in the inside, and I tend to be in the inside of my very own insides, and not on the outsides, at all.

The Lord makes the all be in love, forever.