I am wondering if prolificality often results in a preponderance of nonsense, and maybe I should have given it up for Lent. Maybe it is even potentially evil, as when abused to produce lies or gossip. Or if it steals time away from other, more lofty and unselfish tasks.
Sometimes we just leave ourselves hanging out to dry, and lightened, we blow away with the wind.
Don’t really feel much like talking today. I’ll think some on it.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology