You probably mean you said it "lovingly", for Truth is self-sufficient and you said It.
More than butterflies we are bats chasing the sun, we believe we have gone far and wide, when we have barely moved an inch.
"The game is rigged", yes, but I am the house, so who is the winner?

Beloved Gary, I know everything you say is with love.

HAHA! The game is rigged! It sure seems so. What can I say? Yet there were those who did have a chance even in the extremes they found themselves in, and they came out of darkness the best of all. From how we see, we can't figure it. God says, from where we are, we cannot understand.

Some came out beautiful and strong, like tempered steel, and they had beautiful hearts and became inspirations. Elie Wiesel won a Nobel Peace Prize. His terrible time contributed to making him the kind wise man he became. Kindness and wisdom seem to go hand in hand.

Carrie Ten Boom's sister who died in a concentration camp was an angel. Before she died, she worried: "What will they do after the war? Where will they go? Who will take them in?" She was not talking about the concentration camp victims. She was talking about those guards, who, put into the situation they were in, had become ruthless. Carrie's sister had compassion for her persecutors. Later, according to her sister's vision, Carrie opened a place for such displaced people to become human again and get their lives back too.

During the war, before their arrest, Carrie and her family hid up to 30 Jewish people and others at one time in their house. They risked their lives. Not only that, which one of us would find reason to add 30 people to our household and feed them on meager ration stamps?

And what about Schindler, who saved so many lives? He found out what he was made of.

What a topic you brought up, Gary.

Yes, gary, it is all a game and it is rigged. Rigged in our favor. You could say it is all a farce since we couldn’t lose even if we were to try. We are just so wrapped up in the drama we lose the view of the forest as we walk among the trees. So we imagine things that cannot really be, but which become real in our imagination, and we know what it is to suffer.

There will be a time when we will look back to this physical dimension and our peculiar journey; a time when we have gone from it, and we see it for what it really is. We will see that nothing gained can ever be lost, and we will marvel at the immense blessing we bestowed on ourselves, and we will be glad.

Thank God the perceived horrors of history and biography never happened except in present imagination. Thank God there is nothing and no one. Thank God all and I are a reverie of the One who is what I am.

Oneness, knowing no distance of space or time or heart, loves those wonderful smokescreens of playing the noble responsibility game of trying to come to terms with what is called ego and even with Dachau, My Lai or Cighid. It also loves breathing them away and chuckling at all the wondrous stuff this imagination has taught itself to conjure since it started as a dream that is dreaming itself. Isn't it hilarious how language is unable to express anything non-temporal?

Loving to forget, the One loves to remember, and it does. From one perspective, this can look like something predetermined or even "rigged", but it's love doing what love loves doing – particularly since rigging would presuppose time and process.

When love is all there is as Heavenletters say, then even the grimaces of something else must be kneaded from love.

Sweet One, it is obvious that you never walk alone.
It is also obvious that you never talk alone.
You never write alone because you know who you are and more importantly you know who you were.

George

George, can you show Oddray below how to find Barbara, your student's, letter to you? That's worth reading over and over again.

Lots of people have great attitudes here on this forum and inspire us so much. Everyone!

Love, Gloria

Oddaray your comments took me directly to heaven. I'm on chemo right now for cancer, am 86 with a stroke and have glaucoma. My joy for each new second is boundless. Your words make me sing a happier song. A student of mine named Barbara Hanson that I had when she was 16 is now going on 60. She is handicapped with Multiple Sclerosis since age 25. She uses a voice activated computer and can move her mouse with her chin. I taught her "Waiting for Godot" back then and she thanks me today for the love I gave her in class and in counseling. My wrinkles smile at you Sweet One and tell you to keep on "dancing in the sunshine."

George

I stay I stay I stay all night awake, these comments are all too good, I know I say nothing with it, but it awakens in all sincerity God in us. And I mean it.