Eclectic

21 August 2025

I’ve been told that my style of decorating is eclectic.  Indeed, it is.

If a person cannot have fun sprucing up the space within her own four walls, there’s a serious problem going on there, regarding the ability to have fun.

In our present world of grotesque disappointment and dire, deep doo-doo in the Public Sphere, I strive to keep an eye, or two, on lightening my own load of sadness.  Nothing is ever as bad as it seems.  Sometimes it’s worse!  But oftentimes, all comes right, if you have the faith to see things through.

I aspire to be on the side that believes that all will come right.  I nonetheless prepare for the worst.  I do not expect calamity to happen, but I need to test myself to see if I can prepare for, and handle, that Worse-Case-Scenario.  I figure that if I’m able to handle the worst, then I can focus on working toward the best.  The catastrophe assuredly isn’t something that I welcome, but I must take into account what I would do if that horror comes to me.

Maybe growing up in the Hurricane Zone of corrupt-as-can-be New Jersey trained me, young, to sound out the voice of caution:

“What if???”

If I can handle the “What if”, then I won’t be stuck in “Uh-oh” mode.

“Uh-oh” mode is when a person is caught unawares, or hasn’t properly assessed the terrain he must trod to get to where he needs to go.

With so many Losers-in-Life currently crowding out the Winners in our Public Square, it can be difficult to assess just what the heck is going on.  Attention Whores rule, or monopolize, the “headlines” (which so frequently do not match the “story”).  Corporate shills, having their markers called in, are frantically setting up Legal Defense Funds.  The Hollywood Ketamine Crowd shrieks that America has come to an end.

Yessirree, the Hunted became the Hunter.  I’ve turned around that stampede for myself, more times that I will confess to anyone but myself.

Day after day after day, those sick, sordid individuals take up too much space in the digital dregs known as Online News Aggregators.  What about the silent, stalwart individuals who persevered through crisis after crisis, and remain anonymous in that Public Square?

I hasten to say they want it that way.

I do too.

The freedom to live your own life, as you see fit, without intrusion from the Government Ghouls — it’s a lifelong quest.

I didn’t think that seemingly simple goal of mine would take a lifetime to realize, when first I started out in life to make it on my own, at the tender age of eighteen.  Of course, moving from a small corrupt welfare-state (New Jersey) to a big corrupt welfare-state, only complicated that noble goal beyond any semblance of conclusion and, at times, recognition!

Along the way to today, though, I encountered so many people who are dyslexic about life.  They consistently get it backwards, and you cannot tell them that truth.  You can’t even approach hinting about that truth.  You’ll be forearmed and sidelined, at best; savagely attacked, at worst.

And so you move on your way, with a rather hard lesson learned about the regrets that can come your way in the service of helping another human being.

“There are none so blind as he who will not see” is an aphorism that never gets old.  Every morning, some people wake up with the grudges they never laid to rest the night before.  It’s a heavy burden on the soul, lugging around resentment like it’s a cherished investment in the future.  After a while, the only song that soul hears is a macabre chant, a monotonous one at that, of Victimhood Gloom, Sufferer Sorrows and You-Owe-Me Woes.

The interior decorating style of that mortal interior is an incessant drone of rage at the world for not giving ME everything that I deserved!

BORING!

I much prefer the eclectic style of interior decorating my heart:

One size does not fit all.

One style does not suffice to give voice to the many songs that this heart wishes to sing.

The imagination will take you to places you’ve never been, to sensations that enrich, ennoble and inspire the soul.

Whimsy is what makes the world go round, cause whimsy is part of love.

The dour and the sour among us weren’t always that way.  No one is born with jaded eyes, vicious tongue and a bitter wintry heart.  Years went into the making of a cruel coward and a backbiting bully.  It is true that some people are born “bag eggs”, but the type of human being of which I speak has spent many self-indulged moments destroying his own soul.

Free will can be too much a burden for the individual who refuses to accept responsibility for his own un-doing.  Nowadays, this attitude, or conscience-less existence, is called many things.  For me, that stubborn, willful decision, if not desire, to con the world around you in a deep-seated revenge against that world — that larceny of the soul is doing the will of the devil.

The human heart was not intended by our Maker to be a receptacle for rancor and malice.  Those emotions crowd out the good ones.  Any space can hold only a finite amount of volume, or weight.  If you let evil into your heart, it makes a home there, forcing out goodness, kindness, compassion, courtesy, tenderness, decency, good will, forbearance, tolerance, understanding, patience, and, ultimately, love.

Why does one person seek to decorate the interior of her anima with malevolence, and another person with mercy?

Why does one person reject the siren song of self-nourished corruption, and another composes that tune in harmony with Satan?

Those questions I’ve pondered often.  I ponder them still.  Maybe those questions do not have answers.  Perhaps they serve as warnings to any sensitive soul:  Do not swallow the bitterness.  Dare to reject the malice-mongers and the grievance collectors of life.

Heaven knows, we’ve had our fill, more than our fill, of those creepy creatures in our midst, in public and in private spheres, in memories and in flights from those memories.

THE DAWN is filled with possible answers to those enigmas.  When first I began to pen my Master Book during the autumn of 2008, I was trying to solve those enigmas.  My efforts were not unlike cracking the ENIGMA Code!

I cannot say that I’ve solved those riddles.  I might, in fact, have added a few more to unravel.  I have, however, resolved many of the mysteries surrounding those enigmas of the human heart.

And for that achievement, I am thankful to My Muse, and to the Supreme Creator who granted My Muse to me.

Eclectic?

Yes, I am, in more ways than this writer can comprehend!