Emptiness...

There is emptiness in space. The volume inside this glass is filled with the atmosphere. Travel a few hundred miles up and nothingness would fill the glass.

What happens when this condition exists in the human heart? Has the person died in such a condition?

It is a metaphorical question. It concerns the seat of emotion when the universe implodes and reality is shattered into a million unrecognizable bits never to be reassembled.

I always say, "Live and let live." Not all would agree. Apparently they believe death is necessary in order for life to proceed. So be it. Before a glass can be filled it must be emptied.

I'm Hungry for something...

I'm hungry for something. I can't quite put my finger on it. I don't know that it is food. I just need something more... than this.

Did you ever feel that way? It's kinda like I've moved to the little town called Bland, Virginia. It's a nowhere kind of place. I decided to go to church there one Sunday and the people leaving the Church building said, "We aren't having church today." It about knocked me over.

Even so, some would say that emptiness is my need to have a relationship with God. I already have that. There is something else missing though. It's like I've reached a place where I'm no longer satisfied with allowing life to pass me by. I don't like walking through the woods and looking back to see no footprints.

I'm missing a legacy. I feel like the hole left in the water when you pull your finger out. There is no hole. Therefore, I must write. This is the accounting. This is my giving back. I have something of value to share. To quote a famous movie line, "I will not go quietly into the night." I have a purpose.