But if you see him around in the nethersphere - tell him John Milton had a message for him, OK?


When I Consider How My Life Is Spent


When I consider how my light is spent

Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,

And that one talent which is death to hide

Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent

5 To serve therewith my Maker, and present

My true account, lest he returning chide,

"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"

I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent

That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need

10 Either man's work or his own gifts: who best

Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state

Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed

And post o'er land and ocean without rest:

They also serve who only stand and wait."

Milton was going blind.
He kvetched to The Big Honcho-in-his-mind (where everything is).
He 'argued': but.. but.. you see, I Need My Sight!

To serve therewith my Maker, and present

My true account, lest he returning chide,

"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"

I fondly ask.

"Day-labour, light denied" == HTF can I write if I can't see?

Not to worry: She-in-his-mind (where everything is) points out that umm.. She doesn't really need anything from you.

They also serve who only stand and wait

Point? Milton kvetched to the Source-within. Got an answer which his Reason could abide: "Hey, She doesn't Need My Stuff. Kewl, so I'll adapt. I will 'stand and wait'". Milton then accepted the inevitability of his blindness, and did not call up 100 friends daily, next - to explain how disabled he was.

Implications of Point: if you imagine that, "because you Can inflict your little game of aliases on everyone - that you also have some 'Right-to' bore the shit out of everyone, incessantly" --

Think Again. Until you get up off your dead ass and begin working *On Yourself*, silently and productively; and refrain from posting until you can add-value - of there being some content worth paying attention to:

You are toast. Slash, threaten to slash, whine, list the Forces Out To Get You\ufffd, accuse the (non-) reader of conspiring To Get You: you shall be ignored. It's the only practical solution for adults.

Screw your multiple addictions of writing gibberish all over 'the web'. That is self-indulgence pure and simple. It isn't helping you in any way - it just reinforces your sloth, your bone-lazy evasion of anything difficult to do: like taking responsibility for asshole behaviour and Stopping That cold.

Go. Work. Work regularly. Learn. Come back when you have achieved a smattering of adulthood, learned respect for the sensibilities and value of the time and energy of others ie earned-back the civility which usually deserves and gets: honest communication.


Good luck in your work,

Ashton
I won't be replying to a single further whine. On seeing the second whine, next: I will cease even glancing at your posts.