關於愛，我是個小學生。

I yearn for a group,  a clique, a fraction to belong to, formally, but worldly. You may say that I am covetous that after I found the final destination and meaning of journey of life, I'm still usurping willfully a stage, not necessarily a podium, lol, to present my authentic experstise, which though I'm not so sure about, for the One I serve, along with those ones He loves. To wit, if I realize in what direction I am to head for, it would be a pitiful waste of time if I still have no idea how to start off. What is being arbitrary? What is being wayward? What is of compliance? Which is the pristine Oracle? Well, I've done this part at last, 'merely' at the age of 40 or so. Now, what is left is the drilling part in the recruit training for the layman, I wonder, especially for a janitor at the department of military unit of worldwide deity army.

The janitor would like to have his uniform well ironed, make right his gears, and then stand out with rather straighter his backbone, to declare instead of to allege that his job goes well with his calling, not squandering a bit the talent his master granted him long before, not dissipating too long a while his energy onto what is counted as puny trifles, nor in annoying, presumptous preciosity way, thumbing nose at those fking feminist proselytes. I wish just to do my part well and left the rest to my boss, even though I have not passed the training course in the meantime. My uniform? Furrowed. My gigs? Rusted. And the legacy in me? Dormant. The enterpreneur would say since that I knew the spirit of this behemoth Konzern and the opening offered to me. It would be the problem of my own to fetch the right kind of handy gear and have my underwear laundried.

Save for I could be avowed eligible for this job and find the office gate sauntering in, not creeping. And my English studying plan is the very remedy.