Fools

Most days it is hard to believe. The new world is the same. Sun over head. Waves on the beach. Gas prices going up. Top Exec's going down. Cookin' the books I think they call it. Rush of days. Philosophic banter keeps you held at bay. Bloody fingers groping for the rose. Darkness your friend?
Fool's paradise. Addicted to the illusion of answers. Rational security; confidence. Will Christ find faith on the earth? Will I be a fool for Christ? Maybe the surrender to forgiveness is a threshold to crawl through.

Tattooed with stories of others, we are lost to ourself. Who are you?

Philosophy ends in wonder. Our survival depends on wonder. Who is the nemesis of your soul?

No fooling.