Hi everybody from the Hi-Desert. I'm arf-arfully sorry there's been such misunderstanding; other'n my "cyclic, obsessive riddles" I guess maybe I haven't communicated well. I keep to myself, just how I am. I wish everybody well though, always. Fascinating poem and comments, and "cyclic, obsessive riddles" is my new AuthorsDen slogan.
That is very kind to express, Jane. I do not really know whom your are referring to though (Steven). I am not aware of anyone being "put down" here but then, I am not here all that much. Maybe you can explain. Love and best wishes,
I used to read of this gentleman sometime ago, but kind of gotten tired of the same old thing, it seemed, though maybe that can be said of me too...I will give him a try again, maybe things have gotten better for him...you are such a compassionate person, Jane, you deserve a halo & I am sure you will one day get ur wings... <smile> -e-
You're the one that is most compassionate. It's interesting to see it all the Christians here are the first to flee posters like this. I wonder what Jesus would do that. You are remarkable for you go where others fear to tread and wish them all well. For that you can be commanded. But sometimes, I fear you tread into dangerous territory.
As for Steven. I've noticed that the others writing below don't seem to have anything to say. I must say that I have tried, but I find that Steven's reasoning, especially his cyclic, obsessive riddles, have become annoying. His confessions lead me to believe that he has done some very bad things in his life as a result of his mental state. It is very hard for me to go there. I'm not a psychiatrist or psychologist and have never had the desire to be one.
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As for Steven. I've noticed that the others writing below don't seem to have anything to say. I must say that I have tried, but I find that Steven's reasoning, especially his cyclic, obsessive riddles, have become annoying. His confessions lead me to believe that he has done some very bad things in his life as a result of his mental state. It is very hard for me to go there. I'm not a psychiatrist or psychologist and have never had the desire to be one.
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