"Plans are only good intentions unless they immediately degenerate into hard work."
- Peter F. Drucker
What is a dream then, if it is not followed by a plan? That's what I need — a plan. I must return to the ordinary world with what I can carry out of my madness, as one may learn sane lessons even within a deep psychosis. I have learned that I must rely on a higher power to get through my life, and I'm not talking about any of the cartoons and voices I was conversing with in my head. If all I have learned is faith, that is better than many. What is my plan, then?
When I get back to the 'States, I want to read the Bible one hour a day until I've finished it, again. I did read it once before, but all I retained from that last reading of the King James Version was, "My bowels! My bowels!", which actually means, "My anguish! My anguish!", but you see why I remembered it in the former verbiage. I also need to get a job again — perhaps one reason why the Lord let me slip this last time was that I could afford to, no job responsibility to which I had to answer.
I dunno. Maybe it's just one of those things where I just keep on keeping on. Like when the colonel asks Rambo in First Blood, "How will you live?", Rambo answers, "Day by day." A little cheesy, I give you that, but so am I.
