Well I’ve done it; put myself in boxes and stacked them up on shelves (good God, I hope I put them in the proper order!). Time now is accountable, and mental alarm clocks have been set, and flexibility built in just in case a time bomb is attached.
Scattering is a way of life, but running around in circles gets you only to the same spot you’ve started from without accomplishing much of life at all. So discipline is sometimes needed to at least provide a structure to attend to things that rot if left alone. Or layer dust. Or simply rust. Or harden crusty-like until no longer palatable.
Received my first copy of a subscription to Confrontation today, and this as well as the latest Glimmertrain have found a box to live in.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology