sick religion

Well, I’m running out of archived writing.  I should start to do some more now.  Will it be on a regular basis?  Unfortunately, probably not.  I wonder if I’m more likely to write on weekends because of the fits of boredom.  This weekend, I’m not even sure if I should go out given the chance because I could still get someone sick.  Is that a decent excuse or not?

I wonder if I got to know my father more for who he was before the disease through my relatives if it would make a difference in my life.  I suppose it’s worth a shot.

I feel like I’m playing the computer games too much again.

This old tribe.  This old community.  The outsiders looking out.
613.  How many of you have any clue what that number means off the top of your head?

This old war . . . will never end.  The ne’re tamid is a burning city.  (Ne’re tamid is the everlasting light)  They feel abandoned.  They feel displaced as we have been for thousands of years.

The extreme nature of beliefs leads ultimately to destruction for everyone.

It always was all the different rules that never made sense to me – or anyone else for that matter.  What does afflicting the soul (fasting) really get you anyhow?

So with the golden rule, what if someone doesn’t want to be treated the way you want to be treated?  How are you supposed to know how a person wants to be treated?