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Date: March 21, 2019 02:08PM
The formative years mixed with the Mormon. Put it in pot and stir. Bake til the ingredients meld inextricably. Permanently? Do you ever leave it all behind? Do you ever have to stop managing it? Your newly cherished cognition in black boots with whip but still unable to tame the rest of your cells?
Seems so much of how I am now was determined by genes I was born with that gave me a unique propensity, and, the whole package that came out of mixing those genes with Mormonism.
Or would I have been this mess anyway all on my own sans the wonder of Mormonism? Are my worst mistakes the best things in life? Today I feel like Adam at the end, with the bliss and naivite/ignorance of Eden, or Mormonism, having become a dim memory and currently appreciating that the Lone and Dreary World was no curse actually the best blessing of all.
But lone and dreary world seems to be just that to Mormons.No wonder they want back in the fabled garden--now the CK--where lions lay down with lambs and can see those who didn't make it burning in the distance. I wouldn't want my heaven to have that view or even think that was happening out of sight. Punishment is over rated. Prisons should be schools with inspiring teachers.
Sometimes, at my age, the place I arrived to in life, decades and decades in, a pernicious introspection is becoming a plague as I question everything since all is too late to change. Some of me I like and some I don't. Can't stop assessing. The onus of old age?
I wish I could know that all my mistakes, even if I learned something valuable from them, could be forgiven. I don't care for blanket atonements by mythic creatures. I want the real deal that only anyone I wronged would give.