Regular

It’s 3 PM.  He’s regular. Leave a bowl of ice cream on his desk with a corn on the cob. He’ll get a kick out of that.

What? Who did this? Your fired.  You insult all the people in Iowa that grow corn with this? But they said you thought it would be funny. If they said jump off a cliff would you do it?  If they said give comfort to the broken hearted and feed the poor would you do it? Yes.  Hmm.  Maybe I should keep you around after all.

We knew he would say this so we planned accordingly.  Oh their using a super computer to predict my plans?  Maybe I need to start flipping a coin. If they know they can predict me they will. That’s a temptation and woe be to the tempter.  Maybe better to keep them guessing. Maybe what they want me to do isn’t always best.  Maybe our prediction model isn’t perfect after all. But that goes against the narrative! The narrative adds value up to a point.

Follow the trustworthy voices up to a point, and no further.  Driving up to a cliff to see the view is nice.  But don’t drive further.  Easy to get that wrong? Yes. Mercy? Yes.

Maybe 30 years from now we will all be writers. I don’t like where he is going with this. “Progress requires experimentation”? Silence the only way he’ll learn? But we have to test the process. Even if the process makes people miserable? How do we know if the process works? Is the person or the experiment more valuable? But if we show our face other’s might find out where we are. We’re trying to help him and he thinks we’re experimenting on him and third parties might be trying to throw us under the bus. What do we do? Can’t always protect ourselves and others at the same time. Not always easy to know when to let down our guard. I would be less miserable with more support and I understand if others cannot give it to me right now. If your oppressed, I am sorry. Wish I knew a way to show people a better way. Maybe there is mercy for the merciful. Sure doesn’t feel that way sometimes. Protect yourself first, I don’t want you lost over something trivial. Please talk to me when it is safer. Not because it is easy.

If Christ was in the room with the people watching an execution on the electric chair how would He feel? He saw the person born. The joy in his mother’s eyes. The way society mistreated and lead him down the wrong path. He knows all the sins of those sitting in the room with him. All those things done in secret, that the person next to them knows nothing about. He loves them and knows they are making a mistake. Put away your stones.

Tempt them past the point of wanting the death penalty. Then show them what they missed 5 years down the line. This is the way the devil works.

They were served shit for breakfast, shit for lunch, and now you want me to feed them shit for dinner? Can’t go back in time and fix breakfast and lunch, but maybe dinner can be better. Bad start, bad life up to this point, a light going forward? Beats the alternative.