Streams...

So, I have a faith, (in a manner of speaking), that everyone reading this blog will have the critical thinking skills needed to see the connections... connect the dots... and get something out of all of this that they may not have otherwise, if I didn't try to explain it.

And not only with my telling of this story here, but also with this entire blog effort, and life in general!

And surely, none of this is to say that anyone is incapable, nor am I dumbing it down or any other misconfiguration of what can be construed by anyone on any of it. We are all adults. And this is an obsessive inspiration that seeks to inspire what has been inspired in me. It is a dream come true!

And I know you get this, cause if you didn't, we would have lost you posts ago... Yet, it is possible somehow, that you didn't and have still made it this far, so please stick with it, because it only gets better! There are gems/treasures/gifts here that are well worth the effort.

Streams...

Anyway, I really don't know how to begin this next part, because every part is part of the whole... So, maybe we'll start it with a little nursery rhyme we all know:

Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily.
Life is but a dream.

Streams... Dreams...

And sure, you can wiki it, Google it, or even ignore it, assume it, or take it for granted... (and there are a million other options as well), but I'm hopeful that you won't deny or dismiss it. And that how ever you decide to process it, I truly want it to hold water.

Streams... Dreams... Life.

Now, for me, and why I bring it all up in the first place is; I am a fish. (See "A Serendipitous Why" in previous posts if you're new here or haven't yet or just plane forgot the reference). And as a fish, I've got to swim against the current and get back to the root-source of this Mr.E.

And this kids-rhyme is a way for me to carry it. (To ReMember it.)

It is a swimming and summing-up of, or a philosophy, or a core value, tenet, etc. that is true to its Latin root for serving as a vessel in with which "to hold" or access "that than which none-greater, can or can not be conceived"... and still further, as "existing or not existing, which must therefore, necessarily exist".[Anselm]

You read it as "a deafening silence".

It is also a defining. (A reFining. A find-thing... and not an un-finning! or un-scaling! OUCH!)

It is "My Precious".

So, here the mystery of Mr.E is getting demystified ever so slightly... and it IS ministry of sorts, but it is NOT an evangelizing... nor some vitriolic zealous preaching... nor some "YOU KNOW WHAT YOU SHOULD DO" bullshit.

It is a sharing. It is a caring. It is a doing. It is a naming. It is a telling. It is a thanking.

It just is.

So, what is this "that than which none greater can or can not be conceived of as existing or not existing, that must therefore necessarily exist"?

Is it a boat? Is it a river or stream? Is it an outlook? etc...

Well, like a fish, swimming up a crowded stream, loaded with anglers on all sides, against the current, there are a lot of lines and a lot of hooks that one must navigate.

And as your read, it is my hope that you get between these lines, as all of this is my navigation journal.

Posts on the "Operation" to follow...'Evan-to-all & y'... err... eventually...

Cheers