Split-second is also a form of Eternity.
Take a pleated skirt, every pleat makes it a pleated skirt. A split second is a part of eternity. Imprints of being are made of monuments of split-seconds. So, split-seconds assist in forming eternity.
Mr. Woodchuck crosses the little but busy street when Ms. Happy-about-PETA looks at the road from the wheel and talking with Mr. Carolina and it is too late to slam on the brakes to save Mr. Woodchuck’s earnest life. This is an example of the immense value in a split second. This is where Ms. Happy-about-PETA breaks her thoughts and emotions towards the rationalization of what is. This begins a chain of emotions, acceptance, and humility.
Disbelief and utter disappointment form before the rise of Resilience for not letting Mr. Woodchuck just lay there. Ms. Happy-about-PETA digests the shock of accidentally manhandling the precious, earnest life of Mr. Woodchuck as well as his simple plans of living to an abrupt end. Mr. Carolina wants to do more than just “putting a patch on the tire” and says he will help Mr. Woodchuck get off the road so all parties will be in natural-enough peace. There, Mr. Carolina’s shirt has a whipping kind of brush with deadly danger evoked by a truck swooshing by: all in the name of moving Mr. Woodchuck’s body to a respectful place.
Orange signs accompany every car to the burial site of an embalmed body with police cars and the body has been lifeless for days already. How did people become so superior? Words don’t really put us in high places, they just attach us heavily to ideas and fiction. The essence of words shan’t sink but the honor of animals shall ascend.
Mr. Woodchuck lived with joy and determination as any motivated person did. Only Mr. Woodchuck might just have had a few extra drops of motivation juice considering how inevitably without choice, he dashed across the road without the recognition of existing as a Living Being on the topical layer of the System Matrix. Nevertheless, the body of Mr. Woodchuck lays in rest amidst grass and dirt by the flowing creek and trees. That is the only way Ms. Happy-about-PETA will live with having hit him. Thank you, Mr. Carolina.
I will close this posting with this thought: Make Respect Holy…
Tell me, would you rather save face or be honest?
Holy is honest. Holy is holy because of the glow that is within without an inkling of ability to lie. Respect is showing yourself or someone a sense of integrity. Respect is not lying.
Stephanie Gasco knows better every time that Truth will be sure to knock down your door if you don’t answer the first or second times.