Expanding Horizons Through Listing and Drifting or Listing and Intending in the beginagain refrain

I have been trying to unnerstan why some folks are so given to limiting their vision of themselves to only the things which might be, rather than considering the things which were and how they have helped and hindered them in their travels to this point in time and place. Now obviously, they are just fooling themselves and mostly noone else when they try to convince us that the only thing that matters is that which hasn't happened or even perhaps is only just now unraveling before us, so, "I am waiting to see what happens," doesn't get very far, and really can't operate as an accurate description of what is or isn't going on, because all things seem to have some sort of linkage through the 'degrees of separation' or is it now called 'everything theory?' or 'string elementals?'. So while horizon analysis gives us the simplest and quickkest set of contingencies in any one persons experience it becomes bulky and awkward by shere degreed division when applied to the part of the horizon that is behind us(for I wonder if it is really there when I or someone is not looking at it) and even moreso when that above us or below us becomes a factor of the sitchiation. So the word horizon becomes somewhat ambiguous when applied to the well rounded life. If we consider that even the actual shape of the horizon afront of us is somewhat curved down and away--something of a slider eh?, then perhaps horizon is a workable term. But the same condition might be better described as the 'arc of our vision'. That is not bad if there is no immediate obstruction to the 'line of sight'. Then vista comes into mind, for surely a vista is a horizon which might have an arc of vision and include obstruction both far and near and yet include and describe a depth of encounter. The vista! Enough listing and drifting, we go listin and intending next...

Blessed are the hongry for they shall be filled Luke 6:21 

New Pan of hot steaming Sourdough rolls 

New Pan of Sourdough Rolls

Ding Dong the witch is dead! We have moved a new pastor into his brand new house just yesterday evening. The hope and excitement was tremendous, palpable, cuttable with a knife. We are going to go again to the well and we are going to draw til we bloat. A man of letters even. A baccalaureate and a masters and a PHDiv or something great. We are going to slaughter the fatted calf and bake bread and you know the rest...! Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts. Praise him all ye creatures here below. Praise Father Son and Holy Ghost! AAAHHHHMMMehhhnnn