Let’s face it, we’re not making this place a really great place. But we can’t make anything great without cooperating with friends. I think we’ve lost track of the important things in life because we’re so distracted, and tempted. We have to get back to the basic things in life, like respect.
Friends, graciously, help us do the right things. Enemies fuel our pride, and a fire it is, and make us do selfish things for it. A friend is humble. An enemy is proud.
A friend is the way, the truth, and the life. An enemy brings the hate, the deception, and the destruction.
A friend brings comfort. An enemy brings complication. A friend is an ambassador of the whole place, forever. An enemy can be cold, in charge of small, temporary worlds.
A friend gives us power, and guidance. An enemy brings us weakness, and shadows.
Which side are we on? There are only two sides…
A friend enables us to keep our contracts. An enemy doesn’t help, but hurts, so, we can’t maintain, and break our contracts.
Our friends give us one perfect, consistent lawbook. Our enemies bring counterfeit, conflicting ideas.
Our friends tell us, plainly, the painful truth, for a new, permanent life. Our enemies tempt us with lies, (always have, and always will), for conditions that are only fluid, always changing, merely temporary, for our destruction.
Stick to all our friends say and do. Go all the way. Responsible… Responding…
Friends take care of their things, and, orderly, throw worthless things away. Enemies use, consume, and abuse everything, wastefully. Friends’ places are like the peace and quiet of a walk in the woods; or a clean garden path. Enemies’ places are like garbage in the streets, swirling around in the wind as you’re trying to drive, and distracting you. Garbage should be thrown away.
But friends forgive, and you can live, and then, forget. Enemies seldom forgive, and forget, but condemn. Friends get pretty beat-up. Enemies less so, except in the end. I hope I have been a friend…
I was listening to Hanzhi Wang play her accordion, on the radio. She sure can play that thing. When she was young, her father and her were watching an Italian movie and she said, “What is that?” She quit her piano lessons and learned to play the accordion…
I was sitting in my car at midnight in the middle of fair Basking Ridge, New Jersey, when the thought occurred to me that I better lock my doors. “Even in Basking Ridge,” I thought. If I were in heaven the thought never would cross my mind. But I’m not in heaven.
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