On the Lost Understanding of Mirth | Harm Lands Upon The Hands Of Those Who Do

May your days be blest.. For many, that wonderful thumping which occurs in one's chest, that rapid succession of heart-pumps, that exhilaration, arising from those aspects of this world which stimulate mirth, happiness, and feelings of comfort, pleasure, and "safe-happiness" is a wonderful norm of life.. This physiological-response which was not quite properly understood during the author's youth, and early childhood; accidentally became reassigned.

While a toddler, it occurred, most frequently, when hugging "mom", "dad", or spending time with a playmate, who lived in the unit above us. Being, a few months younger, and of "comparable" hue, she was much like a little sibling, whose age and complexion would permit her being a "kusina". Yet, the near proximity, with family and those so lovely, kind and gentle in spirit and gesture, that they must be counted as such, solicited thump, thump, and thump, in ever increasing and rapid-succession.

Not "having-a-full-understanding" of physiology, it is 'well-known" that it is the case that "certain-responses" can be reassigned. During college's journey, "the author" met someone with a slight "motor-irregularity". It was only "apparent" when she ran, seeing that a slight "gallop" was present. 

The author's suggestion arising from "medical-nievete" was, try simultaneously "reassigning-and-coupling" another portion of your nervous system with that which would normally control your "leg-function". Try a "short-jog" of only a few metres wiggling a pair of fingers. And, seeing that one cannot control nor predict what one cannot measure, try tracking or sensing your progress. 

And, keep at it, while progressively wiggling more fingers, until the digits on each hand is actively moving, and your arm's are also coordinated with a regular "running-motion". Did it work? If so, the author knows not. Only a year was spent at the small-college.  If so, springbok, skip, caper, run, prance, and, dance; and, help a similar gazelle, antelope, or deere with the palsy of "medically-advised" lethargy. A general public only, the prey for the "business-minded" physician, lacks the escape of a tournament of cooperative supports.  

This "motor-nerve-reassignment" hypothesis was based upon the knowledge that many with "hydrocephalus" whose "brain-tissue" might be displaced by "internal" pockets of liquids, such as water; can think, reason, and function, "extremely-well", despite only having a "small-fraction" of their "original" brain-tissue available.

Yet, physiological-reassignment can occur, And, revealing the subtlties of how such is done, could be dangerous, considering the level of character, honor, intelligence, and nobility of the bulk of the American populous. They might enjoy harassing another human with various "sensory-stimuli" until that person defecated, losing control of his bowels or bladder, at the most inopportune moment, and laugh, guffaw, and chortle, "stupid ape, [list of pejoratives]!". 

Should such be done for the betterment of some; and, destruction, demeaning, and debasement of others? America, the choice is yours; the current off-shoot of some such nonsense, is the international warring from which we cannot part, like those last-minutes of a "high-school" car-date when youthful indiscretions cannot say good-bye without one more toxic-Judasian kiss and embrace.

Yet, the most "critical-misassignment" of a "physiological-response" was that "mirth" felt, while in the presence of "family and those who are akin". At a small kitchenette eating meals, on a sofa with big 'Muenster-grins", riding a hobby-horse, seeing a chaperoned Disney-matinee at theatre, so aptly named "Fox", or running the gamut of capers with  the most mischievous of fellows, a "second-generation" immigrant from Ankara, these, among my God-given brothers and sisters, in a place, where a King Author, might have never resided, and the nearest "round-table" was likely found in Graden of Children in a centre of learning inspired by the American inventor, Thomas Alva Edison; these primary few would solicit the "mirth-response". Followed by, a sudden attack upon it, based upon an "ocular gleam" and the sight of a "mountain of cheese" is a community tradition.

And, the mixture of "righteous" and "wicked" offerings on this earth; and, the "lack of adherence" with scriptural guidance, in our country's walk; and, the resulting choices one makes through time and chance, the gradual rememberence of "thump"-reassignment. A response solicited from being amongst "kindred-hearts" translated, most erroneously, becoming a "lust-response". 

For, others, whom might have started life in a family of "deer-hunters", "pheasant-hunters", or "fishermen", and , eventually, participated in an "aggressive-sport", then "joined" police or military service that "thumpish-thrill" might occur with the landing of a baton, expelling of mace, or "reddish-glow" from the end of a muzzle. Or, the potential for such an experience. Worse yet, it might occur when one combatant expels his last breathe, after writhing in anguish. 

And, memories of a "youngster" who derived such joy from trapping a "grasshopper", "less-than-year-old locust" in this region, who can only march forward with his ranks, facing the "gum-of-a-child's-shoe" and crushed with "a giddy-gleam". 

A person last seen around late-1989 and the strange responses that a burrito might solicit from a small-town, known for garlic festivals, possibly Modesto, California. And, the unfortunate weakness of Americans, who cannot simply say, "Get lost; or, we will make your life miserable!". And, the final bell tolls, in a new-era in a September long-past.

And, the "highly-unfortunate" nature of the "mirth-lust" coupling that draws one from a "appropriate-Christian" love for others, females, and responses when presented "unhealthy" stimuli, associated with it, most properly called exchanged, "physical-insults", arising from "degenerate-sexual-behavior". 

And, decades of "research" by psychologist, sociologist, and such claiming that one is simply exploring the "adult-world" of sexuality, and one's place among other adults. In truth, based upon religious standards, this might "best" described as a "world of degenerate behavior",Yet, it is so common; that, being otherwise, is seen as strange, peculiar, weird, or a signal of steeped-perverted behavior or predilections.

 Being that life has not presented "the appropriate opportunity" for marrying, raising children, whether my own or adopted. And, living the challenges, struggles, and joys of parenthood, if you can enjoy the life of a "happy family", your children are one of the many "apples-of-your-eye", plus you see that they are deriving the pleasure of "mirthful-thumps" for the wrong reasons, correction would be wise. And upon examining yourself, one asks, if it is not "her charms", such as her glib, jocular style, the "subtle-inflection" in her speaking, her smile, eyes, unique combination of lever-length and movement, called one's gait, "it is something in the way she moves that moves me.", while striding along a gravel-road, skipping in a field of wildflowers, or simply, washing dishes, laundering clothes, or replacing the oil in your small four-cylinder truck, which causes "hertzen-feuer", thump, thump, thump, yet, the "thrill" of "exchanging-insults" which this world calls "real love" ...stop ,,,think ...pause, and ask how might this improve, one small "pitter-patter" step, at a time,

And, on the subject of Him. Yea, there is something in the Way He moves that moves me...the rustle in the trees, the raging rivers and placidity of oceans and seas, Yea, there is something in the Way He moves that me,,, the frosted crest of mountain-top;s yes, the drop of an avalanche in a child's sippy-cup. Yea, there is something in the Way He moves that moves me; mercies unmerited, and blessing untold, for wicked, righteous, young, and old,,,Yea, there is something on the Way He moves that moves me, as lunar and solar cycles combine; producing illuminations, surreal and sublime, Yea, there is something in the Way He moves that moves me,,,partitioning dark from light; day from night,,. Yea, there is something in the Way He that moves that moves me....separating sinew from bone; leading His Sheep home,,, Yea, there is something in the Way He moves me.. whether resting secure or in steeped-fear; He is always near...... Yea, there is something in the Way He moves that me...

If, at all possible, if one can derive mirth from the reading of scripture, first and far most, then one has formed a "the-mot-vital-of-relationships", the most criticial "tie-that-binds" tethering one with a peace that passes understanding. In the midst of an American community that derives pleasure from ruffling the feathers of the peaceful, assuming that such tests religious fidelity, yet such only causes confusion. 

And, often many enjoy seeing the "frantic-behaviors" of a person worn and frazzled, from the burden those everyday dramas with a heap of trauma al a mode. If assessing kindredness of spirit, one should simply, ask another person "direct-questions": surrounding scripture, then observe his actions, in the normal flow of life events.

And, on proper mirth-reassignment, simply read scripture with the understanding that its meaning should bring peace anf harmony in a fallen world. And, though this will bring rebuke, ire, and social harassment, being among those "sincere-sheep" of other folds, spoken of, is of greater value, than the among the dogs and swine of a common moniker who prize the pods of life, and believe Christianity is a "guarantee" based on physical characteristic. And, the areas of the "developed-world" are positioned "well-below" the standard set in scripture for "stable-healthy-communities"; These are the inversions of the modern world.