Odd Observation #18
Though Heaven Falls...
by Alfred Lehmberg
I'd previously wondered where they go... Where DO they go?
There WERE the usual good skies found in northern California to marvel at, despite some fires in the area, but the distinct absence of wandering stars was noted and they are auspiciously obvious with their absence. I've ALWAYS seen copious amounts of them out in Nor Cal. Where did they go? Another question, of many questions, with no answers readily forthcoming, at all.
This iteration of my observation series, fortuitously then [g], can concern itself with observations on another matter entirely: my tumultuous dismissal and change of venue as it pertained to an "ongoing theme" and a "continuing saga" of the hard but honorable road of elusive truth, harsh consequences for actions taken, and righteous good faith whistleblowing. Though my eyes were drawn to the sky, still (every morning), for a glimpse of the presumed larger reality I would convey back to an appreciated reader, I must confide that I found myself remarkably affected by the aforementioned *change*, disappointingly inexplicable at the time, as it was.
I felt a little like I'd been cast from heaven, eh? Reality can be uncomfortably mercurial.
I was ejected from their offended presence in what I took for unqualified irritation with extreme prejudice. It was harsh.
The charges as leveled included getting "in too deep" where it was desired that I not go. That I was "rewriting history," ...and a tersely undefined "indecency" was accused. These came to be not so laughable charges as it turned out. I didn't know it at the time.They'd be true enough.
...But that's the theme; it's what I do, I've discovered to my horror and chagrin over the decades. When I put two and two together sometimes I get five... hey, it's served me well in a literary sense. Sometimes, where only half the truth is being told, you have to tell the truth and a half!
That, and coming clean when I can see my arrears myself and not hang on to them beyond their expiration date... That's the key.
Nothing has to *work* in civilian life... I've come to find; it just has to FIT, and that *fit* is trending back to one of rigid inflexibility, more and more, over time, for horrendous times ahead if we let it... ...Some irony there.
There are a few of you out there, reading, for all the admonitions accusing my alleged pretentiousness, insults about unusual words I may use, or the pointed questioning and potential shredding of your untested faith! It's all paint from the paint box, good reader. True enough, you've read this far... There will be more to read, lord willin' and the creek don't rise...
That I would do it all again with a blind second chance? Of course. Remember that consistency I talked about back at the start.
Still—I haven't had to back off a single major position I've taken, save the one, in that same twenty years. Show me new evidence. I'd been right on Frank Feschino, "Emma Woods," and John Ford. I LIVE to change. The future, as it has always been. Anything else is death. Death, reader!