Saying Something New

God doesn't care what they say. They say the same things that man has said for many many years and what they say is much the same as he used to say for them without them knowing. He says, “Do you want to?” and she doesn't think. She says, “Yes,” or “Sure why not? You're not such a bad guy,” and they are off to the cafe or even to the fare. But he almost never chooses. He is chosen in the first place. It goes the way God would have it go so often he sometimes forgets he is not saying it for all they say is contained. But being contained is almost the same as God saying both parts to have it go exactly as he would have it go but with different people I noticed as I sat near the shrub on the public bench and listened to them nearly half the day bored that they never said anything new and only things the old ones used to say and did the things the old ones did which gave me the idea that some bored writer was writing it all again. To them it was new but even to me it was old. I know the angels knew what I was saying. I was even more sure that God knows for he had written their lines so many times he was not surprised they did it all by rote thinking they were clever or so overjoyed it had worked or nervous and saying the awkward parts as had he had to pry it out of them and I had no idea what else they might say under such circumstances and so got bored until I thought how many times in how many languages God had led them all to say and do exactly that regardless of their introverted personality or their extroverted one. There really is very little to say that God would not have had one say or do that God would not have had one do. The perception comes with age and hearing the precious last words before you go deaf and know what they are saying anyway.

Swimmers say what swimmers say. Bike riders say what cyclists should say. All thinking they are saying something new because it is new to them. But there is very very little that is new except to the young and the key to getting old is to find it new when it is said by one again to their surprised shouted over the fog the in the air that makes it almost impossible for words to make it through to the ears of the ancient.

'I am growing ancient,' I thought. 'You would think there was something ancient sounding to say that didn't say the same thing even only once again.” But I hold my tongue in silence alone knowing that it would make not difference what I should say nobody would find it new, or unexpected let alone shocking or surprising.

But I realize. They are not dead. They are very much alive. It is just that what we hear and see them do is like an old shoe with a whole in its sole. It never stops saying the same thing to the heel, to the foot, to the brain missed entirely by the mind for it is already there and things heard or seen by the mind are like dead things like step number 928 of a 1,000 steps is unintelligible from 927 and 929 and even movement is ignored and doesn't really happen in one's consciousness, just number one and number last, the beginning with hope the end with the realization it was not worth the effort or the time to do what 187, 298, 643 have already done, 189, 031 times that day. God may register it and does sometimes but it's like painting a red barn red though you have just finished painting it red three times before not into painting the barn red but to see the end of your red paint. Then the job is done. Not too many have done that and almost no rational person can understand what the doing of it was or what the finish of it was. It was not a waste of paint. How else could God show you how much paint you had wasted with your purchase of it in the beginning with the words, “I need some red paint,” and buying all they had like it had been fifty years before, but you had forgotten how much paint it takes to paint a barn when early on you usually had to buy a quart more thinking the wood had soaked up more than you thought it would and the quart wasn't even half used until you had finished and put it away for next time knowing that when next time came that little bit wouldn't be missed for one thing and the stuff would separate and be unusable by then anyway but you saved it because it was barn paint and barn paint is valuable and good for almost nothing else.

But God cares whether you go to me, to the Spirit, to Jesus, to Knot; the fact is you are not coming to him and staying for when you leave, you do like almost everyone did and you die at least a little as he makes some more of you looking forward to the few good ones that will stay endlessly when us God's are all insane under our own definition but unaware of it and God is too and nothing new ever gets made again or is done or said or thought and taken any differently that it all already has and it is yet in the back of our minds whether we will make it this time and nobody knows how many times the feeling you remember doing this same thing comes upon one in one more lifetime wherein you never even so much as thought something that might have been meant for someone else. Say! That's new isn't it? I think it is. Forget it. I want to make it new next time too just like I may have last time. No one recalls it being said or done or even thought maybe. A new thought! I was beginning to think I too never had another. Did I? Did I the first time? Was there ever a first time? Who would know if it had never registered with God as new again. Ever? Will it ever again?

It will if God forgets it all. Should he? How would you advise him as to what to do with it? All that is new! New I tell you!! Rejoice I had a new thought and it is spreading others are force to have it and others I will never think me being me and you being you. That is life. I love you but I really love all those who partook of it and hadn't drifted off before I said it.

What was it again? I don't remember and can't recall. Everything is new in the light of something new just like everything changes with the birth of a new baby or even an old one made so many times you find yourself sleeping in that little room with all the babies sleeping or crying again have deja vu that everything will be new to you for a while again. Amen? We Gods may have to be born human this time like I was and experience everything new again. Let's let God do what he wants to and be first among us to be a human baby not like Jesus sitting on the one that Mary bore but like God being the one born by the Spirit experiencing what it is to be man all the way through both body and Spirit. It's on his bucket list.

It would be easy to be born a cat. Just a computer for a brain a very small mind and a bit of spirit to house all the things cats do instinctively from the litter all the way to being you again. What? Is it fiction? Fiction that cannot be made practical? By God!!! I mean when it is over it is not fiction anymore but you really were fictionally a cat, born and died of old age with your personality. Then it is always fictional forever more after that which might happen at the end of endlessness a fiction we can grasp to put in the place of the practical state of ever more ending to happen. Practical insanity perhaps as real to us as actual practical being when at last you can say, “When I was a cat I...” in video or photos with a description to explain what was going on. But when you got back you would have to do some rehabilitation training for animals are evil no matter how sweet that evil seems to be. They are evil and what you will have done is evil to be fiction.