The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
A Hand of Real Flesh
by Regis Boff
I do not trust the goodness of a man who needs me to know of it. It is the silent hand that dispenses mercy that will save us.
We are not good or even better people by supporting a some candidate. They are our excuses for not quietly lending ourselves. The parties we support are only vanities. They are shining objects we wave in front of one another to impress. Our politics helps shield us from offering another person what he needs, a friend he knows. I hand out of his darkness. A hand of real flesh.
Within any finite space, the first crop humans grow is envy.
The last is charity.