Chapter 1 - Introduction

She wondered what on earth was keeping him. The time seemed to be passing much more slowly than it had when she got herself ready, she had a full hour to prepare herself but after half had passed she only had just begun her regime of beauty.

She already had her clothing picked out at least, but she had noticed that her loving "companion" had laid on her little black dress wrinkling it terribly, but worst of all were the billion tiny hairs that littered the frock. She wondered if the cat was now bald.

She had to decide when the hour rolled around if looking great was worth the punctuality it cost. She decided it was, because looking half alright was like someone who tipped too little at the resturaunt where she worked. The person was aware of the thing they should do, and acknowledged it, but only gave a tiny effort. It sort of kicks the whole notion, and she really wanted to make a good impression. Ironically, this meant being a bit late, but wearing something else.

The time was up, too soon she thought, but now it was ticking by as slow as a flea on a snail's back. But, this afforded her the chance to review possibilities, of which there were many.

She valued promptness, and so did he. It had been discussed in their previous conversations. So, it was likely out of his control, like car trouble. Perhaps, he had found another in need. She giggled to herself as she thought of a scene from a movie, "The Incredibles". Maybe, he was a hero in disguise!

The train pulled away leaving a few people dashing through the rain to their cars, her, and two others. She filled her mind now with why the others were there, they had just gotten off the train. Perhaps it was a sad tale, but she doubted it from the smile on their faces. One noticed her and introduced himself offering a hand.

Turns out, they were missionaries for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day saints. As is common with their sort they did not have a vehicle and had gotten off the train, but were waiting for the rain to let up before continuing their journey. They asked my story and so, I told them.

My message today

Later... I only wanted to establish the notion that I could find a way to communicate and I would.

Tale of two dads

Somehow contrast a nurturer from assigned care giver. It has been noted a lot in fathers vs. Dads. It is generally known that just being a biological father does not make you a dad, but I want to point out the distinction of husband from a legal spouse or provider.

Modernized parable

I was orgazining spices and realized I had not labled one that looked like parsley, but could I be sure?

Instantly, I thought of the parable of the wheat and the tares and how at one point they were almost undescernable so they would be allowed to grow together until maturity. I thought of a brilliant realization regarding spouses that I had not had and it was no doubt lucky.

Speaking of luck, I decided to make lasagna which called for parsley, so I sprinkled the dried crumbs on it. Then it dawned on me that if the parable had been taught today it might likely be the parable of the parsley and thyme. Now, I mention that I was lucky, the unmarked herb was infact parsley, or things might have tasted a bit odd with too much thyme (at least it was not on my hands)... Hah hah. But, I thought of Elder Holand's story of taking the wrong path with his son. It was so that they could be SURE of the correct path. The herbs are nearly indistinguishable, to me before baking, but I would have known it was not correct after baking with it.

He's not you

List of desirable traits he could be possessing. He might be all of this, but he's not you.

The idea is that I am not in love with the parts, I am in love with a being that is you.

He could have every trait you possess, and refine the way I want, but still the fact remains: He is not you.

Movie Idea - brief not fleshed out yet.

In the future a safe enough distance away in time, a cataclysmic event wipes out most of the earth's inhabitants, minus a few who were in a cryogenic sleep. They become those who are called forefathers. Mankind shows his resilience through not only survivng what would have killed them all, but they flourish in a new world. Part of them that is religious tries to explain things in a spiritual way, but science finds they are atom and thus debunks, unfortunately, all of that subculture's beliefs. But, one particularly brilliant scientist realizes that his brilliance comes from a knowledge connection to something outside of himself and he leads the world in scientific discovery finally admitting inspiration in his seeming coincidence. So, our culture, dividedby catastrophe ends up precisely where it was somehow reinventing the same things, which suggests (after a piece of our past is discovered) that there is a greater force molding our culture. Now, the ultimate discovery was pieces of the internet in the form of YouTube vlogs. They, the videos, are discovered and later revered and mass produced so that every man has access to his past. Because of how scientifically things were proven to be correct and the same, the recovered videos become not only seen by all, but heralded as prophetic. The videos become a type of link to the past which when carefully studied reveals patterns for our future.  New culture of people named oracles arises. They are most familiar with the phophecies and interpret the meanings for others. Studying the past makes us future savvy so the videos are seen as supernatural and curious.

I won't fall

But, it's so hard to think cause you know how I do it and you know what and where to interject to gain the true advantage.

Time and again,
You press your unfair advantage
And time after time
I falter
I promise you this time
I won't fall

What starts out as lovely like a burning bushel of apples one can spoil the bunch and I mistake your notions for my own until things rot and decay.

Time and again,
You press your unfair advantage
And time after time
I falter
I promise you this time
I won't fall

Looking around one can't help but see you've got a beautiful place and it has got to be nice no more living at home but home wasn't so bad but it sure cannot be a heaven without you.

Time and again,
You press your unfair advantage
And time after time
I falter
I promise you this time
I won't fall

So exactly how many thoughts are actually mine? When I make something up can I trust my resolve? It is hard to tell where you are and when I start and end.

Time and again,
You press your unfair advantage
And time after time
I falter
I promise you this time
I won't fall...No, I won't fall