The scorpion and the frog

Okay it's an old story, but I felt like I needed to write, and plus it clarifies the previous blog. It's my corner of the web, you go get your own.

There once was a frog. There also was a river. Frogs, as you may know, do well with water.
There also was a scorpion. Frogs, as you may know, don't do well with scorpions. In fact most things don't do well with scorpions, me included.

So the scorpion came to the river. He realised his dilemma immediately, because he wanted across, and as you may know, rivers don't do well with scorpions. Or vice versa, I forget just now. Well, the scorpion spotted the frog, who was trying to make himself scarce, for reasons we at least now should be aware of. The scorpion called out to the frog and asked him for a ride.
As we expect, the frog was incredulous. "Me, give you a ride? Are you serious? You'd only bite me as soon as you get a chance". The scorpion replied,"That's illogical. I need to cross the river. Me biting you would defeat the purpose, we'd both end up wet. Tell you what. You take me across, I'll owe you one." Not many frogs were owed by scorpions in those times. As I think of it, situation is quite the same today for some reason.

Back to the story - the frog thought about it, and what the scorpion said made sense, you have to agree. Scorpions were quite rational that way. So, he called the scorpion and told him to hop on. All went well, till they were halfway across the river. Right about then, the scorpion aimed a lethal hit right on the frog's rump (not aware of what the technical term is, or if frogs actually have one). The frog cried out, "aaaah", and died.

Wait, I missed a little detail. The frog didn't exactly die after the "aaaah", if I remember the story correctly. I shall call this next section the "Lost Dialogue of the Frog & Scorpion". After being bit, the frog said to the scorpion, "That made no sense. Now you die too - how does that help anyone?" The scorpion replied, "I know that - but it's my character".

First working day of the week.

Okay, okay, so I can't but help be a little philosophical. It's who I am. Like that scorpion sitting on the frog who was carrying it across the river, know that story? So here's me being philosophical:

We're slaves. We're in bonded servitude. And we happily clunk around without so much as a thought about it. Yeah, time, but I think it's a larger issue.
It sometimes reminds me of the hampster wheel. Running on that stupid wheel why? So that the stupid wheel can turn. But then before the hampster knows it, the stupid wheel is turning and making him run whether he likes it or not. Stupid hampster.
Stupid humans. Think of where you fit in the big scheme of things. Your job facilitates someone else's which yada yada yada it's all hamsters on wheels. All because one day these humans decided to go and invent the wheel - something called modern life or industrialisation. And now we need that stupid wheel to keep us running.

I think Monday morning is that one time in the week where all of humanity wakes up for an instant and asks the question, consciously or unconsciously, "What's the point"? Quite right you say "monday morning blues".

If I wasn't compelled by the love of Christ, goodness knows I'd be a wreck. (Jeremiah 29:11)