http://ihasahotdog.com/I know I ask myself that often. I even like to make jokes but realized everything isn't funny. As they were sitting at the table, my friends and I had a discussion. I busied myself with washing dirty dishes; as unclear as the dishes in my hand, my mind needed purging as well! I asked the value of our faith? What are we operating in if our faith isn't rewarded with action? Do we truly have faith, if our lives reflect our abstaining from it's application? Does it then mean that we have a knowledge of our faith or does belief, true belief require application and a commitment to the discipline required for it to operate?
Is curiosity always rewarded? Is there harm in asking questions? Why do people withhold the truth in fear of hurting the other person's feelings? Is it better to lie sometimes? Why does the truth hurt? I'd like to hear the answer to those questions, or rather continue trying to discover them. Sometimes I wish for a cool breeze, a comfortable pair of slacks, a buttoned down shirt in a solid color, a nice summer cap with a nauseating cigar and a cold beverage, my legs crossed, my loafers resting comfortably atop my feet, my ankles basking in sunlight and sunglasses tinting my vision in hopes for light, in hope for truth, in hope for conversation. I've heard lies, presented as truth. I wonder if the teller knew that I knew that what they were telling me wasn't what I'd come to know? The inverse must be apparent - if they knew that I knew what I'd inquired about in hopes to know, they may have answered the question with a question, "Why do you want to know?" I have a feeling that, "Just because," won't be a good answer.
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