For the past two weeks I have been trying to publish an article. I watched a podcast by Joe Rogan and Jesse Ventura.

I was trying to respond to the statements that I felt were errors.

I started with a 23-minute video. I transcribed that to about three thousand words. Do I lack the fortitude to transcribe three thousand words?

The subject caused me to run in many different directions. I felt like a rabbit chasing Wikipedia topics and then Bible quotes, and then this book and that book.

I have been entrusted with a great gift. I have been given the freedom to know that I have been forgiven. I have been given the knowledge of the meaning of life. And no, it’s not 42. I sought God and he found me. I didn’t find him. He found me.

Who is it that tells me jokes when I drive by myself in the car? Who is it that makes me cry as I write these words? Who is the one who gives me nicknames that make me laugh at myself?

Place me with the street-man who speaks to himself incessantly while the scripture reminds me to pray without ceasing.

I know the one who is responsible for my mind.

I saw a commercial for a triangular-shaped pressed-corn snack. They just showed the triangle and left out the name of the product.

They try to force the viewer to create the name of the product in their own mind.