Part # 4 - Conclusion - The Intersection of Destiny

Final Part of this rant - little more wordy - bear with me...

There is a misconception about destiny.  It is not "shaped" at a crossroad.  Its created at an INTERSECTION.  Why we attempt to simplify life and its components as much as we do is beyond me...its another lie.  Sharp I know but true.  Those that sell the theory of the crossroad, like the bad doctor, are generally hiding from something.  There is nothing simple about human breath or human death - why would the human choice be that easy?  I'm not talking about the time it takes to make a choice/decision, I am talking about the deliberations and considerations that go into making one.  I know sharp, fast decision making is considered a virtue of leadership - I disagree - its the efficiency of the process that makes the decision virtuous.  You don't need to be a leader to make a quality decision, and the efficiency of timing is not relevant.  In the Doctor's scenario, its your own destiny you are creating - make every choice count - and make it yours...not one from his book of self defense!  I digress, but I have too as this analysis of the Book of Bengal is about a specific scenario - a scenario which is weighing heavily on the rambler today as he tries to figure out why a friend of 20+ years has gone stone silent...why a handful of other friends, family members, and relatives have either disappeared and or become generally unresponsive.  This rambler thinks he knows why...and inspired, like he is on so many other days, today, he chooses to blog...this versus "letting it go" because - the Doctor's High Road continues to beckon...and this silent rambler turned blogger, made the wrong choice(s) 6 long years ago after a broken business, a broken home, a bitch of a storm named Katrina, a general implosion of self confidence and the choice/turn was a cold empty shell on Bengal's High Road - and that shell is a biatch!!!!!  I have decided I want out...and I am coming out.  This shell did not make me...my spirit did.  This shell nearly suffocated me.

At the INTERSECTION, not a CROSSROAD, 6 years later, I am writing a new chapter - my own chapter - THE ME ROAD.  Defined:  "I will choose to stand tall...I will choose to defend, defy, and question anything that I feel needs to be stood for, defended, defied, and or questioned.  I will explain myself, good bad or indifferent.  I will not attack, but I will not refrain from self-defense if pushed into a corner.  You come at me, I come at you.  You stand down, I stand down.  Tit-for-tat, dis for dat, and eyeballs for eyeballs.  Can you hear me now?  You are not my enemy, I will not allow you to act as if you are.  We are not combatants on the battlefield of life, we are merely passengers on that road between breath and death and its a short road.  There is no time for petty gamesmanship, its about quality choices - but there is all the time in the world for Choices...for the Decisions that will mold my fate and seal my legacy.  And it is MY LEGACY.  Get out of my way.  For I am honest, I am loyal, and I am trustworthy.  This is who I live and it is who I die.  Amen.  Peace out..."

And there you have it.  Inspired with time on my hand, I stared down diablo and I blogged.  For the overwhelming majority of you citizens out there who will never read this.  I did not write this for you.  I wrote it for me and my own demons - they needed an exorcising.

Felt good - maybe I will start writing again.  I am S. Kyle Isbell aka BO Poet.  These opinions are my own and are based entirely on my own philosophies and thoughts and have nothing to do with anyone Else's science.  Heck, they may all be wrong...but they are mine.  Period.

When so inspired, I will return with another ditty from the trail of life. 

I'm moving back to Texas Saturday.  I am pumped.         

Later