tarp covered innocence that loves you

     It is simple.  It is beautiful. It has just begun to rain.  I'm typing this memo on my blackberry on the Redline platform, I want to ask, “Is that the rain?”  I know it’s the rain. Of course it's the rain. It’s gentle, it's pleasant, & I want to acknowledge this rain with someone else.  As so I see life. 

     I'm at a point in maturing where the defense mechanisms, self conditioned thought patterns, & outright lies of those around me are surfacing.  I can edit out the direct effect of those lies.  Sometimes, I can't.  If you can recognize the origin of something you can extinguish it- this is quite possibly why Atheists can’t extinguish this whole “myth of God”thing-har.  The truth is not a burden, & withholding the truth is the most detrimental factor life has seen.  In growing some areas of my life, I greatly over protected other aspects.  When I first realized this, I was alarmed- embarrassed, because the only thing people can see is this tarp.  This stiff, plastic, tarnished tarp, that is not by any means indicative of the genuine joy underneath.  And now, I don’t need this tarp.  And I feel quite naked.  I feel quite free.  It’s new & it’s pleasant.  

    And if a mutual acknowledgment of the rain is all it takes- then how much more would the mutual acknowledgment of an entire life be. It is that simple. It is that beautiful. Like gentle rain.