NO ORDINARIES

There are no ordinary men nor women nor children any where. We are all so unique, so alike, so different, so much the same. Solomon in all his wisdom, said, there is nothing new and I acquiese... and though I know it, so many ways appear to my wandering mind to say and show something different, something new somehow, something to draw critical minds to lay claim to distrust and anxiety as they critique. Every one is a critic, terrible in their own minds, just knowing that no one can be quite as horrible. I, said the critic, am the one none can stand up to.

How can a God of creation create the teeming millions of minds and hearts, making them so uniquely different, yet so uniquely alike? Nothing new under the sun. Yet I see something different in every eye, something not so ordinary in every girls' question, something not so paled to the intellects who quest after other great minds who think similarly.

Nor fallacious operations of inquisitive critics' minds will deter honest hearts as they pursue dreams that no other can see or feel. We're no ordinaries, here, and we seek to find, act to create, do new things, have thoughts that rise above a moment ago, and move in high directions. The cook in the kitchen, yelling at the kitten under her feet. shant be long vocal for I can move the felonious feline to a dungeon other than the one he wanders!