confused_by_perfection amy routinery it's a sentence that destroys itself. marley says don't worry about a thing. when i don't understand marley, i know i'm en route. when i'm en route, i'm vitally alive. when i understand marley i am at peace. don't get confused by perfection, don't even bother! afterall the room is clean -and- the room could always be cleaner. afterall i don't live in the city. when i walk, i can feel it when tree roots are under me. when i'm distracted, my footsteps don't tie to the earth's core. confused by God is more like it. confused and held by God is easier (in retrospect!) i sleep by the roots of a great hickory tree. i remain confused by the many people. don't worry, 'bout a thing.... 081113 what's it to you? who go blather from