RUST
ON MY SOUL (A Novel) (Published by Bridge Press in 1985 & Distributed
Internationally)***********************************
INTRODUCTION
(Repeated for those new to the series)
In an old loose leaf notebook,
Thomas Kettering wrote when there was a cry from his heart. He wrote when his
inner longing spilled over into the reality of his days. He did not write every
day, only when he felt he must. How often he wrote or when is not important. The
journey is what counts, for it is a diary about all of us, to all of us.
“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single
step,” and even a stumble is a
step.
*********************************** Afternoon
We’re a nation in love with love. Everyone knows it isn’t
gravity or the laws of the universe but love that makes the world go
‘round. But what is love?
That it is; wonderful, captivating, exciting
few will disagree. But what is it:
The person who finally explains it
rationally so it can be understood should have a statue raised in his (or her)
honor. We think about nothing as much as this. If I believed the water
cooler gossip I guess the commercial that read “I’d rather than switch,” should
be changed to “I’d rather switch than fight.”
Afternoon
We had a
sales meeting this morning. We plugged in our mental and emotional intravenous
tubes and waited for the surge. It’s Cheer Leading 101 for a group of adults
who, without it stand around in their polyester pinstripes talking about what
they’re going to do without ever doing it.Orchestrated asininity
was the theme of this morning’s meeting. George, forty-three years old
and with us now for over half those years, is a great salesman and you’d think
he should be able to teach what he able does.
However, the
Peter Principle is alive and well. He really can’t cut it.
One-on-one, George may be a
tiger. In front of a room full of other salespersons he acts like a tiger
looking for a tank- to hide in.
Don’t let it bother you.” That’s what my assistant
says and does, but then he doesn’t have my thinking machine. The cables in my
own personal cranial computer don’t have pull-out plussea like most people’s.
They’re welded in and
they’re always on glow and go.
My mental wiring system never gets a rest.
Even going in circles you always see something new the
next time around.
It’s agony and ecstasy all at the same time. Cognitive conclusions tumbling over each other,
interacting some living no longer than a moment, others rooting in to stay.
It’s eleven
hours now since I sat in for an hour’s wasted time, but then, what is waste to
me is another man’s feast. I in-grow, out-grow and dare not
never-grow.
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TO BE
CONTINUED
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A
New Series on PAIN AND PROBLEMS began on this blog
“Wyrick’s Writings” and will continue until finished.
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