To be a man means the opposite of what most think. The most manly trait is dependence.

How would you group these eight words into two categories: rocks, angels, frogs, heaven, men, God, trees, Satan.

Many would try to separate the spiritual from the earthly, some would try to separate the intelligent from those lacking intelligence.

The truth is, God is on one said and everything else is on the other. God is Creator. Everything else is creation.

What is man? Dependent on God. Just as dependent as a tree or a rock or a frog.

If God decides that tomorrow you should die, you will.

If God decides that tomorrow you will live, you will.

If God decides that tomorrow you will watch a particular movie, you can bet that you will.

God always gets His way.

Men only get their way, when their way is God's way.

"Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." - JK Rowling and Jesus.

You know that feeling, like you've forgotten something, but can't figure out what it is?

You know that feeling, like you're a complete and total fraud, yet somehow, you've managed to fool the entirety of your acquaintance into thinking you're put-together and brilliant?

You know that feeling of suspicion that you push away when your spouse might be fooling around with someone else, but you couldn’t possibly handle that if it were true, so you push it away and pretend you’re being paranoid?

You know that feeling when you’re at your parents’ house, but they’ve remodeled, and it no longer feels like home?

Put them all together and what have you got: lost.

Fall.

The question isn't "Why?" But rather, "Was this inevitable?" Could there have been another option for me? Wasn't this forewritten in the stars and in the narrative of the Creator?

Fall.

Leaves fall. Inanimate objects fall. If I am falling, does that mean I am inanimate? Does that mean I’m sub-human? Sub-animal? Aren’t all suicides, in their own way, sub-human? It makes sense. They cannot bear to be human, so they escape. They cannot bear to live in this kingdom, so they fall.

Fall.

They say Lucifer fell and cannot be forgiven, cannot be raised to new life like the rest of creation. Can suicides? Does it depend on how we choose to go? Is a bullet still falling, or is it different? I mean, there has to be a fall, a crumple to the ground, no matter how one chooses. Pills, noose, razor blade, all have a downward motion.

Fall.

Potential is what they’ll all cry at the funeral. Wasted potential. What could have been? As if the things accomplished in this life can change the next. How could my ridiculous, selfish creations matter in eternity, in perfection, in Paradise? They couldn’t. They’d just

Fall.

The day began with a flan and a can of German marzipan. Then a man from southern Japan brought his caravan back from Afghanistan with a plan to marry Diane. But she ran into a span of fake tan trouble. Rather than marry a crayon color, he began a new plan to see Uzbekistan, maybe see an exotic abominable snowman. 

Beer experts produce a number for each beer called IBU - international bittering units. Most beers are in the 10-30 range. If you ever have a semi-decent IPA it will get into the 60s or higher. Some experts say that if the IBU gets above 87 or so you can't taste the difference anymore. 87 will taste just as bitter as 95 or 110. I once had a beer with an IBU of 120. I'm the 120 IBU beer.