Much Labour

There is much labour in living. Surely the charltants who peddle easy living, faith statements are labouring too. Labouring to undermine the glory of labour. Beware for they are like the signpost pointing the wrong direction.

Fortress Deep and Mighty

“‘ve built walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need for friendship
Friendship causes pain
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain. “
(Iam a Rock by Simon and Garfuncle)

Kinda of never been like this – me, me with me only. No calls, no visits, no emails… total involvement with what Iam doing. Seem to like it a lot

Journal of a man stranded in the Island

Its quite Crusoisque. For a child that grew up alone – longing for people around, often times I deserted the lonely comfort of my home to spend moments of laughter and play with my mates. Then I grew its the family that gave me the company, well along with the urge to create, and the pursuit of adventure kept me company too.

My children have grown, Iam all alone. While I relish my time of solitude, I wonder how I had managed to revel in the crowd. Now its me, my work, my cabin and my thoughts only. I seem to detest the ring on the phone, avoid the company of people. Strange for someone who never liked being with himself. Quite a change????

Voyage on chirpy waters

The Middle station is the most comfortable zone. The highest place among the poor. You are neither rich nor too poor. Take the stream, surrender yourself to the current, you happily swim till you reach the end.

The merchants, the adventurers and the ones that followed heart had no particular joy in this middle station. They would rather risk their comforts, reputation and life to do different. Much against the sound cousel from their loved ones. They boarded ships and travelled troubled waters to find new land. Some perished but they gave up their life in pursuit of their heart on in the comfort of their homes. When missions failed they were strangulated by defeat and debt, yet they never gave up. Occassional rum from the keg was their comfort but their mind was set.

Had it not been for this group of people I wonder what would have become of this world. A day will come when the locks of Dave Jones locker will be broken, the dead will rise and they will surely be rewarded for their deeds of their heart and their pursuit with faith.