Shavuot begins.
My eyes have been opened to the iniquity of man. I see it yet its description contains words that I do not know. So many sins commit this act for its birth was of the tree.
Today I spent with my family in Lucedale. It was my grandfather and T’s birthday. My journal and writing are torn; my thoughts are my own. I cannot discern between the two any longer.
The incident with Peter and Delilah over the chanting I am sorry for but I cannot follow them down the path of a Hara Krishna. At first, I went along with it but no longer, I see now it is a deathly thing to place humor as a means of easement. The religion does not let you exercise that which was given to you freely. I do not see an end to the madness that has stricken us but I do see a way. I have been given sight into the kingdom of heaven for I am not worthy.
I have cancelled my cable subscription and have devoted time to the book. The story still should be the experiment. Make it about … {excuse me, do you remember what this interruption is about? Possibly about the brother of St.} I lost my train. It has started.
I am going to ask the condo owner if I can fix up the place a little. I want to put tile where there is carpet. I have got to move the TV upstairs and this desk down. So, the length of this entry went to the starting. Will I call Erin and ask her to go on the boat? Let us see how old she is first.