The Devil Made Me Do It!

If solely doing good is supposed to give you a sense of accomplishment and purpose, then why does the occasional wee devilish act bring a more potent jolt of excitement, and possibly more satisfaction? I would truly appreciate someone explaining that to me.

True, the release from following rules that are preset for us can be liberating. Who the heck made the rules, anyway? Why do they become so stifling to adhere to (alright, not all, but some)?

I will not be so impetuous as to claim that human nature is to be bad, after all. I am beginning to believe, though, that part of what is innate to human nature (when we provide it with the proper tools) is the infinite questioning, the never ending pilgrimage towards truths. I am also beginning to believe that those truths have to stem first from one's awareness, to become law, to guide rules.

Perhaps our nature does not seek to be either good or bad, but simply seeks to be true to itself.

What a surprise.

That still does not account for the guilt that may sometimes result from being a very, very naughty. Sure, sure-- very naughty by my standards. Don't show off.

That's a discussion for another day, I guess.

Ease into a Fall State of Mind

Three days ago heralded the beginning of September. Does that also mean the beginning of Fall, of a Fall approach to doing, seeing or comprehending things?

Don't try to reach to far to locate where my logic comes from (I honestly am not certain where, either), but I've always found it easier to tie in events or schedules to beginning of seasons. For example, this month, September. I associate it with the arrival of Fall, back-to-school, the introduction of the Fall T.V. season line-up. Or December-- holiday shopping season, a further drop in temperature, men in red velour suits standing at street corners, ringing a bell, time to contemplate (in a big hurry) what gifts to get my son this year, that could top the previous year.

But I veer from my original train of thought. I just believe it to be a neater, niftier package, easier to keep track of, when everything occurs on that one designated day: first of the month. Yeah, yeah, I know, my odd mind at work. I can imagine everyone else just fretting at all the deadlines to be met on that one day.

They could be right. What would one do all the other twenty-seven to thirty days left in that month. Everyone would be antsy.

Plus can you imagine Christmas Day falling on the first of December? People would become positively mutinous.