Recall my ongoing theme:
This world is not my home;
I’m just a-passing through.
My treasures are laid up
somewhere beyond the blue.
— Unkown Author
I am fully aware of what matters in this world, and equally certain the standards are of little interest to me beyond entertainment value. In order to accomplish things which do matter to me, I have to make use of those lesser standards applicable here. It stands to reason good Christian Mystics will make an impact on others who may never have a clue why, but it’s something we consider incidental. Those who might tend to understand the world this way will always be relatively few in number.
So my interest in computers is merely a (currently) major element in what does matter. It’s how I get out my prophetic message to the few likely to use it. That I occasionally stumble across useful techniques is incidental, yet a part of my message in the sense it’s a good tool. It’s shoptalk, maintenance of the means. The same could be said of my fitness efforts. While my human instinct begs me to prolong my life, the real issue is having maximum use of the facilities given me at birth. Not to mention I find both computers and fitness rather fun; they bring a lightness to a dreary existence.
Truly, I do wish more people could enjoy what I do. However, the basic law of such things is the goodness and joy is the primary mechanism of selection. If the thing does not call your name, it’s not for you. Against the background of global insanity, the whole package places me in rarefied space. The one thing most likely to draw any attention at all is perhaps this meager writing talent. Yet I treat it with same contempt as all things attached to this world, in the sense I don’t intend to assert controls over the product. It’s not as if it would do much good to rant and rave and wave copyright in everyone’s face. That would be taking myself too seriously. I’d rather you laugh with me, or at me, at any price on the small hope something in this matrix will connect to something in you.
There is little pain for me in passing silently from this earth, but I’m all too gladly sharing my passage with anyone interested.
