I hate to have to tell you this, but if you're reading this, you have been left behind. Today is 6/6/06, and, you know, the end of the world as we know it or something like that. If you feared the arrival of this date (actually, if you fear the number 666), you suffer from hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia. Personally, I'm more scared of the word than the number.
Something I am wondering today... how much of life is lived out of fear? I mean, so many people seem so afraid of... everything. How much of what we do is a reaction against or a response to our fear? Like, I'm afraid I'm going to lose my job so I... Or, I'm afraid someone will ask me a question, so I... Or, I'm afraid I will make a mistake, so I... And on and on and on.
I'm not sure what the word is for a fear of fear, but maybe that's what we need. Hmm... "Blessed Assurance" just came into my mind. Thank you, Lord. May we rest in the knowledge of the Holy. Live while we're alive. Boldly go where no man...
Eh... just have a good day, okay. Peace to you. Revolution now.
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