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Hmmm. What about a faith that doesn't flinch? Ever?

What about a sense of self that doesn't cower even when the super frat boys, or the ridiculously beautiful women, or the under-victims roll up and start pressing every button we have? (God bless them all, btw, if you haven't figured it by now I'm pretty much of the mind that we think things of others mostly to learn about ourselves. Not completely, probably, it's likely there are lots of things around to just ignore, but the ones that jump out at us--whether we say we "like" or "hate" them, I feel often has more to do with us and our response than their essence.)

(And, even more certainly: I find that once I stop reacting to whoever unconsciously and "suck it up"--in the words of one of my least favorite fraternities at my college--that is, be the person I want to be with no excuses, I find that they're just who they are. And we may even have some good stuff to talk about. I'm usually amazed at how passive and presumptive I/we can be about folks. It doesn't mean that what we can glean isn't true--a jocke may still be a jocke, a mopey artiste may still mope--just that it doesn't matter as long as we're doggedly being who we are and doing what we want to do. It's hard to understand and even harder to feel in public that the "oppressors" and other type A folks are just as inured to the game as the "victims"/type B, whatever folks, but they are. If you don't think it gets lonely in corner offices or with family money in the bank, then you likely put money before feeling as much as anyone, which is precisely the problem.)

How do I know this, cause I've felt all sides. And just had a money incident that started to take away my feel today. Nothing I'll remember in four months, but I don't have four months. So I fought to get the feel I wanted, money be damned. That's what god tells us to do. Every day. And in every way. Because the present is, literally, a gift. That's why it's called the present.

My grammy beat is getting better. And I spent a few hours figuring how to wrap the straight guitar part around it. I'm getting close to a true merger. Backbeat beats and plow-ahead guitars. With the in-tune chants on top. Now that it only takes one song to make it big (Panic at the Disco got on with two on the internet, having never performed live, so it only follows that the next cat only needs one) it shouldn't take very long at all. But I won't talk smack because this could take another ten years. Either way, I'm ready, willing and able.

Enough procrastination..