“… with her 100 miles to…”



Though I dislike the term [for reasons I’ve addressed in a previous post]:

The Red Pill is notoriously hard to swallow.

Many manage the feat.

Though, Truth be told, most don’t.



Call it a cruel act of Fate.

The Just Hand of God.

The result of randomness.

Regardless of cause, the reality seems akin to punishment – if not simple brutality – more than anything.

Yet, like handwriting in a mirror:

It makes perfect sense when the method behind it is discerned.



Contrary to what a superficial knowledge of my work may imply, I’m often one of the more hopeful voices.

The sharp and witty commenter Vicomte explains it, thus:

“Perhaps I’m simply more cynical than you, are, Ace.”


That’s certainly a possibility.

Although I prefer to say:

Most of the denizens of Hell bemoan the walls and cages.

Whereas I look upon them and see the fingerprints of God in the masonry and ironwork.

Marveling at both its majesty and that of its Creator.














18 Responses to ““… with her 100 miles to…””

  1. The Lucky Lothario Says:

    And still if someone offered me the chance to take away my self-awareness and leave in ignorant bliss, it would be hard to say no.

    Would you rather act despite the fear or, through blindness to the facts, feel no fear at all?

    • I used to wonder about this as a kid, toiling away on the family farm, gushing sweat during the brutal month of August. I dreamed of being a stupid beast of burden with no higher thought than pulling the wagon and heeding the whip. Would it be a relief to know nothing more?

      It was just a developmental exercise. In short order, I bowed to the truth of the matter; that I’m designed to know more and humbly learn why He deemed that I should. I surrendered.

    • I’d think you a fool were you to have any easy time of the choice.

      Also, excellent question.

      My answer:

      I’ve lived long enough to know there is no escaping a cage.

      [A wise philosophe once stated, “Man is born free, yet everywhere he is in chains”.]

      But I do realize some are far more comfortable than others.

      I’d choose to “act despite the fear”.

      As that prison is far more palatable to my personal tastes.

      • Vicomte Says:

        Call me a fool, then.

        I have seemed to notice a pattern in my life where people will say something like ‘That must have been a difficult choice.’ and I respond ‘Yes, it was.’ all the while knowing it was never a choice at all.

      • My dear Vicomte,

      • My dear Vicomte,

        “I’d think you a fool were you to have any easy time of the choice.”

        “…all the while knowing it was never a choice at all.”

        If there was no choice to be made, you are not a fool.

        As an aside:

        I wonder if your “character [is] flawed and complex, but [your] career certainly follow[s] [a] parabolic course of rise and fall”.

        My guess would be yes.

      • Vicomte Says:

        Unfortunately, Ace, I am no magician.

        Nor do I feel terribly complex, but others often disagree with me on that point.

      • Vicomte,

        The comments you’ve left seem to indicate otherwise.

        Although, admittedly, they are only a smattering of the person you are.

        So I’ll not argue the point.

        I will say, however, it’s neither unfortunate nor fortunate.

        Everything in this world comes with a price.

        So it’s one less bill to pay.

  2. It is better than becoming institutionalized.

  3. If you live in a prison, ’tis better to be the jailer than the prisoner.

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