Sunday, November 24

Author walljm

I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and I resemble the INFP personality type.

I was musing today at lunch. Somehow, my mind wandered onto the topic of art and what its purpose is. It serves, I think, its best function when it acts as a cue. The American Heritage Dictionary defines a cue as, ‘A stimulus, either consciously or unconsciously perceived, that elicits or signals a type of behavior.’ The art community is always talking about how important art is to humanity, and how its neglect will cause a degration of the quality of our culture. It has sought valiantly and sometimes stupidly for a definition of art and has failed to achieve…

Hmm… its the kind of article that demands comments, but i’m not sure where to start. Interestingly enough, the pastor at my fathers church spoke on this topic this last Sunday. The issue of whether the number of times you attend church affects your spirituality is one that legalists get upset about. I agree with Paul Huse. The pastor quoted St. Francis of Nicee who said, “In essentials Unity, in non-essentials Liberty, in all things Charity”. The day and time a church worships is up to the liberty of that body of believers. The reason for attending a church service…

Lotus Haiku, who ever you are, is quite the talent, and I am impressed with her command of the seventeen syllable form. I thought I would share with you what she told me. Please forgive me Lotus, if you did not intend for your messges to be revealed. My voice be revealed A mystery to be solved All in due time, friend For now be content For a brighter existance You have brought to me I will continue As long as is my fortune I hope you enjoy /lotus/

Some people have all the good ideas. I mean, if I had thought of something like that, maybee I would be sitting pretty in the money too… <shakes head ruefully> Man some people just have way too much time on their hands.

In the hazy fields of a country town, there lies the home of my parents. I love coming home to this house. Its located on the very edge of a town of only 300 people. Only a few miles down the road, is a lake. In the morning, I will walk out the front door and look to my left. There to greet me will be an endless expanse of corn and wheat. I’ve been to Africa and I’ve arrived at a new appreciation of the beauty of America. I truly love this land.

It like the end of an era… I’ve lived in my apartment for almost a year and a half, and soon, very soon i will have to buy another roll of ceranwrap. I know… its seems like I’ve always had that roll… It won’t be the same without it.

Its sad… a blogger has gone away… never to have his voice heard again. Good bye Time

I am forlorn Lotus Haiku, for I wish to know thine identity. But alas, it is not for me to know, and I must suffer my curiosity. To you I offer this senryu.. By this secret game Imagination piques my Curiosity

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