"So far, all the right things seem to be getting done out of the gates. I AM leery of Elon (never trusted the guy, not sure he's even real) and definitely suspect of the AI infiltration, ubiquity."
Yeah. Stick with me kid. I wrote this at the height of the bromance between Pres. DT and many were agog and thrilled at the prospect, and sort of seeing E.M. as a kind of sidekick savior.
The dude is weird. HAS been weird and off and suspect from the beginning of his debut.
I NEVER get wooed by the fleeting meme, new flavor of the day.
I will continue to stick with my instincts, which are actually directed by, dare I say, the Teacher . . . the Holy Spirit Who guides and comforts. . . .
And, if one's mind is under decent, relative Spiritual control (none of our minds are under perfect Spiritual control here, of course, but we do our best!, with God's grace) then we are buttressed against the maudlin, ongoing day-to-day theater/mind-control/cast and characters . . . AND we are not fooled.
The waves of "popular" sentiments and direction and intended fears of the moment are indeed a challenge to brave.
But the brave and stalwart DO challenge; despite subtle, overt, back-biting calumnies and The Accuser's minions swarming about; and we are not silent, but neither are we making big, bold support statements among the fleeting whims of the day.
Those of God, who love and serve and worship God (The Triune God!) challenge in often unseen ways, not attracting attention . . . in small, discreet, but intensely powerful ways . . . that are mostly not observed (nevertheless felt and effective) except for Him, Who Sees all.
Omniscient. Omnipresent. Omnipotent.
Oh! How He astounds my poor little soul and grasping sight and reaching!
Anyway, that's a quick "news o' the day" fwiw.
.......................................MEANWHILE.... BACK IN GOD'S REALM.....................
Today, as like many days, I observed a little, tiny creature. This time an ant. A single black ant, who I had happened to notice here and there had been shuffling, roaming about the garage floor over a few days. (I've long been a fan of ants. Know a lot about them; it was my first attempted novel at age 14--it was all about ants and insects, anthropomorphized,.... it was a kind of a blend of Watership Down and Lord Of The Rings ... but in insect world... and HEY, I still have the hand-typed chapters/papers, which I hope to at least read someday on my eventual podcast sub-category... "Unfinished Stories"? ... or "Unfinished Books"?... I hope :) well... and I have a lot.... among other things... BUT I DIGRESS...)
Today, I saw her again, as I was sitting there on a paint bucket, early morning, . . . and noticed, now she's getting old.
She looked like she had dementia. She went 5 steps forward, then a stutter-stop one step back. Over and over, same pattern.
I watched her for many minutes. She actually started coming to me, to my foot. I had to move my shoe so I wouldn't accidently step on her.
Knowing ants the way I do, there is no hope to ie., save her and get her back to her nest. And I could tell she is in her last day or so anyhow.
OF COURSE, I did not step on her, like so many thoughtlessly do . . . because, as usual, I am thinking, admiring . . . HERE is one (of zillions) of God's little creatures, living its little life. It had a life. A special life, unique. One small amazing, intricate, living being, having its own life experience.
I HATE how thoughtlessly people kill. Killing is easy. Creating life is a proper "miracle"--as, in, IT IS GOD'S PURVIEW! Nothing is easier and cheaper and worthless . . . than to hate and kill and destroy.
And I thought, as I often do in such observing situations, IF HE IS OMNISICENT AND OMNIPRESENT . . . HE right this moment aware of, and guiding, this tiny fraction, creature of life, in this world, 2025. And I think of all the billions of similar creatures and living things right now, living a life . . . and then I comprehend and consider all those others, that for centuries, have had their unique, individuals lives, existence. . . .
It always redounds to . . . His glory. THE CREATOR.
His glory is around and about and caring and sustaining ALL--especially the least.
For not a sparrow falls. . . .
Every hair is numbered. . . .
Every little wayward aging ant is known and designed.
Such is all.
His ways are HIS. We are subject.
Who can argue with or question or curse God?
Only a fool.
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