Wednesday's Post.

Only the luckiest of my loyalist readers (and bestest buddies) saw it.

Even they (if they exist) received only a glimpse of the thing. It was like a shooting star.

But I removed the post with such speed that only one of those really accurate clock things could tell you how much time elapsed before the post was removed.

Critics of my decision will not doubt wonder why I removed it. And with such haste.

One such critic would say,

"It might have brought peace to warring nations--if even you had left it up for a day."

Another critic could argue,
"Just reading the comments to that post might have brought hope to one of those rabid squirrels."

And I can see the point they are trying to make. My post could have done a lot of good in this world.

It could have made me rich.

But living for those sorts of external rewards is not that Manner In Which I Roll.

For the first time I see that I must follow my internal instincts. Even if it means posts must pass through cyberspace quicker than even the most crazed reader can catch during one of their rapid refresh sessions on COI.


(Dedicated to M. )