Open Letter

by Geordie Gardiner

Hello Missy.

The seed of inspiration can be small, but the bloom that blossoms can astound all, your words here have inspired me and if anything grows from out of it I will publish it as an open letter on the net, possibly in Medium.

I dream, possibly I dream too much. I dream of a better world. Some people (Christians) say the path to the Lord is straight and narrow, many of them have little experience of life because if they did they would know it is full of twists and turns.

I dream of creating a path that will lead to a better world, and I pray to God for guidance.

Does God know everything that happens before it happens?

How do you square that with freewill?

Greater minds than mine could not fathom it. Thomas Aquinas had many sleepless nights trying to figure that one out.

I dream

Of returning, with wings, as one among the mightiest army ever known. So I will get to Everest, one day but not in this life.

It has to remembered that it’s just a dream, my real dreams are grounded in the reality of this life, not the next.

I find myself in an alien world where all about me is strange and I seek to cut a path through this place that will lead to another where I can travel at night without the light of the moon.

Ah Livingston I presume, is it me who is lost or is there a bride awaiting her groom?

It would seem we all want the same things, better them later and us soon.

With domination over every nation as every shade of totalitarianism chomps on the bit and chooses to spit on ever distractors tomb.

I seek a place, with grace where your place in it does not require others to eat shit while as a gourmet you balloon.

If you would like to travel there with me then give it some thought and write back soon.

All the best

Geordier Gardiner

PS

I like purple

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