"From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines, going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me."
Walt Whitman (1819-92)
"When I look back now over my life and call to mind what I might have had simply for taking and did not take, my heart is like to break."
Akhenaton (d. c.1354 BC)
And now, the current weather, from some random person we pulled off the street:
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Where the Heck Was I?
ab-sent Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle English, from Middle French, from Latin absent-, absens, present participle of abesse to be absent, from ab- + esse to be -- more at IS
1 : not present or attending : MISSING
2 : what it might have looked like I was even though I wasn't
(Note: apologies to Charlie for the title of this post, since it's so similar to his blog's name. No, I'm not plagerising!)
It's been a few days since I've posted, and I figured I better explain myself.
It's not my fault.
Really, it's not.
Personally, I think God did it. (OK, now Cliff's really out there! - Hang on, I'll explain!)
I got an email a few days ago with a Christian prophetic word in it that did not come true as prophecied. It had to do with the Presidential election, and the guy is fairly well known, so I figured I would "out" him as it were on this blog, complete with charts and graphs and whatnot.
So I sat down and spent hours on the post. Did all this fancy html stuff with nested tables and other cool do dads.
Then I hit publish.
Then my computer said "Server not found. 404 error."
AAACK! I lost every bit of it.
Two night later, I sat down and recreated the entire thing from soup to nuts.
Hit publish.
404 error.
I have decided not to do it a third time.
I am a firm believer that nothing happens by accident, especially for a Christian. One time I could write off to some obscure error on my part. But twice?
Nah. I can take a hint.
So, long story short, I didn't go anywhere, I just spent the time doing something that had no business here. It can be a good thing when God looks out for you, particularly when you don't have the sense to do it yourself.
No flaming arrows, no shots across the bow, no bazooka blasts. I'm playin nice.
When defeat is inevitable, it is wisest to yield.
Quintilian
Roman rhetorician
UPDATE: Just wanted to sheepishly say that this post landed on the blog as easy as a cheap tar...uh, as easy as a, um, smoothly as a baby's uh, no, uh, well, really easily. No problems at all.
