It's me, Witter just writing what comes to mind. It's that cathartic way to just get some of this on virtual paper.
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I am obsessed with a perfectly sharpened pencil. The thinnest lead or finest point I can manage. Usually slightly harder than the mean. I don't need it super dark. I need it fast. Sure. Almost forcing a light touch. Scratching not scribbling my prose. One that feels right. Probably moving this way because my handwriting is so damn small. Recently I've started using fountain pens for my inked…
I worry that we are sometimes too obsessed with being holy. So focused we lose sight of what's happening day to day, and who's around in the here and now. I know I have fallen into the trap of seeking extreme spiritual edification and enlightenment all the time. And at times I found it. Or I thought I did. At least a set of actions that told me I felt holy. Actions that became more and more…
I wrote these on Sunday March 29th 2026, a grey Palm Sunday. --- there is only time life is the fleeting of spring until it's over ---- Pain can be constant Unrelentless reminders Of a Body's time ---- the Sun will come back Day after Day after Day Time after Time
As I grow older I've become much less comfortable negatively addressing other people's theology and faith. There are different ways to worship. Different interpretations of the Bible. Different ways to follow Jesus. Shoot there are other deities that garner awe, respect, and devotion. I can't comment on conversion and conviction in a fair manner, especially if I want the same in return. Faith…
I had a thought in sacrament meeting today. It's been a long time since I felt a sense of awe or wonder at church. I can think of multiple times I've been awed by the beauty and wonder of the natural world around me. The time I felt stirred by a piece of music or a work of art. Felt grace at the hands of another's care and service. But I haven't felt that at church. And I'd be lying if at times it…
I have to write on the current state of War. I feel a compulsion. It is my realization that I just have to be measured. So I will attempt to. It is not my intention to here debate the political decisions behind the current conflict with Iran. I am also not here to debate the tactical decision making. There's a simple answer why, I'm still gathering information. I have to do that to develop my own…
I stopped writing for awhile. It was just too hard. There was a block between the pen and the brain. My fingers couldn't put together what I was feeling. And thoughts kept on racing by. What was strange was it wasn't a lack of energy that kept me back. If anything it was too much. Which is probably strange to more than a few people. There are times when my brain races. Ideas are a dime a dozen.…
What are you looking for in a piece of art? Doesn't matter the medium. I'm thinking broad here and looking at all of the arts. When you go seeking a painting, sculpture, song, photograph, novel, poem, movie, show, play, album; what are you seeking? Is it always the same? Does it change? When you think about art that spoke to you? Matters? Affected you? What was it? Were you chasing catharsis for…
The hand was easier to notice. I assumed it came first. Were the thoughts really that far behind. Or did they even come first. Sometimes changes to our cognition are just harder to notice. A tremor. Weakness. Pain. Dropping things. Hand writing worsening. Those are all glaring spotlights, right? Let's contrast that. A mild change in memory. Being stuck on a name. Taking longer to recall or…
Freud thought it was Sex. Nietzsche would talk about a will to power. Others love. Some money. What's the common thread. The meaning of life. I come down somewhere with Frankl. Meaning. Purpose. For us men that's often compared to our profession. But is that everything? My job gives me purpose. It's a great job. I feel fulfilled to help people, make a difference. Yet with all that, it's not the…
