While in Belfast, I saw quite alot of movement for Ireland. I had a friend who lived there and was well acquainted with the Protestant-Catholic rebellion: he worked with youth who got in trouble with this rebellion and took it nation wide in Ireland, British and Welsh as well. I find him congratulatory but indifferent on time. He is so busy that he only had fifteen minutes in which to socialize with me when I visited and then we had lunch. My hunch is that he is a slave of the times, with a need to do so that he doesn’t feel empty.
Why bring this up?
I believe our times infuses us with a need to do and I wrestle with it with every friend I meet, male and female alike, lover and friend alike. That bothers me as I am ancient and old in truths when I slow down and have taken the time to do just that. Whom do I talk to then? I find nobody but this blog answers the questions I have. Is it true for you as well?
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