Expectations and the Divine
Lonely Isolation Christmas in October Christmas before Halloween I think my face has become more puckered over the last three years. It seems to more readily yield itself to the unpleasant inversion that is my "discussed face". After writing that sentence several weeks ago, I thought I'd stop and ask myself what's going on with my sour face. The answer is absurdly simple and not unlike anything taught over the last 3,000 years: high expectations can lead to disappointment. Yes, I know. If you don't punch behind the board, it won't break. If you don't follow through with your swing, the ball won't make it over the net. So on, and so forth, it goes on like that. I'm also not talking about complacency or accepting a status in life, either. Refreshing the house with some incense. Bizarrely enough, this is about a basic human instinct for a desire for a higher power. It's not something I give myself over to very of