kenwillp

I would like to say first that I am a High School "drop-out". I finished the 10th grade and half of the 11th. I received my G.E.D when I paid $10 dollars and took the equivalency test while I was in the U.S. Army, and passed it, with out any preparatory classes. It happened one day that the enigma of english grammar, grammatical functions: subject, verb, predicates, objects, direct object, punctuation ... and the writng of sentences, and putting together paragraphs, correctly, intelligibly, simply, precisely and concisely did greatly challenged me, and I love investigating puzzles - even if they get the best of me - as english grammar and writing grammatical functions have done, thus I have only feigned to write something, to learn and be enable to write rhetorically, and, yet meaningfully effective. I am 48; childless and unmarried in this world, this life, to which I am now contracted. That I should say something, to someone, for some reason, is my soul's seed, a sufficient substitute for my lack of human progeny. Yet, as with raising human seed, writing takes discipline and work. I am without both these qualities, as of yet, I remain an undisciplined child myself. Sometimes I believe a person must be old and passed their youthful lust before he can even begin to write with true perspective,at least about their self. But what do I know; I'm still young in my passions for folly and self-exaltation. My body is worn, times has seen to that, and my human heart is carnal, so heavily laden in my sin, perhaps providentially torn to pieces by God's truth consistently ignored and faithfully neglected.