Gresham's Law: Moral Behaviour in an Immoral World

I don't always agree with Davis Aurini, just often, probably one of those skinhead things.....not mean, not exclusionary just a deep sense that you know you are right, and a lot of other people are beyond lost, they are misdirecting traffic as an industry. I was raised in a diverse community with a healthy Democratic Party household that was fractured by common ailments of such middle class dreamlands of the eighties....and I am not common, just among the common.

     Morality has concerned me lately because of my strange experience that has caused this....divinity thing in my life. If anyone is reading this, I dress quite obviously like a skinhead or rude boy in a way, even jazz era could be said....I have a masculine and traditional appearance and in a city like Eugene, the oxblood docs with Ben Davis.....fuzzy dudes don't like it. Progressive culture types fold at the sound of my voice booming, trained to be heard for years with effortlessness, as I call out coffees made with care....I am their bulwark.

    Today, I realized my life has been to find an observance, a method, to make a man into a saint. Sister Toni Lynn of the Sisters of Mercy of San Francisco, St. Stephen's parish use to tell me in my boyhood, that a saint is 'just someone who tries very hard'. I knew that she was being quaint or coy, after years of this from student to student I noted her response. Much of my intellect is taking notation of a moment in time when something strikes me as a peculiarly fascinating repetition or kink in the tapestry of my time. 'To try hard'.....I took kung fu....'hard work'....for years....I hate fighting and I am poor at it naturally, I exercise, and loathe competing....I love work, if only I could just nap, study, eat and work at diverse, physical mental projects....while envying the player, I longed for the priests' life my mother recommended to me. Now, at 36? Is it now 36? Little concerns me than odd things like astronomy, the math in geometry and how things are built and done....and then, what is a man to do, to stay a man and become.....something more? What is this work I am trying to do?

   Today, in a flash I saw....this now and then will be where I will post my Saints' Observance, my long, dishonest, vain, niggardly, foppish and addle minded trek toward sainthood....from the morning mass pulpit, to the dojo, the grown orphan who no living soul saw born, has work to do. The Prince moves through the twelve regions blessing them again, as every year, and as in every generation a man serves his Prince serving the twelve ministers. I now understand the alchemy of the psyche and body I was trained with more clearly than ever before, let's see if I become golden.