April 17, 2014
O is for…
I tend to associate the word ‘obedience’ with ‘obeisance’—that is, obedience with a very obsequious tone. To have, as an occupation, an obsession with what I owe is an obstacle to faith for me. It causes me to lose sight of the objective; it obfuscates.
I object to officious offers of ordinary oppression. I wish for an oracle, orthodox or otherwise, who won’t engage in obtuse oration or optical illusions, but who rather speaks openly to the occasion. I’ll go on odysseys and make oblations to find such an oracular organism from whom I might learn through direct revelation or osmosis, that I might ordain a little order and create an organic life.
Till then, though, I’m over it. I’ll sit here in opposition, oscillating my head in search of an opiate or other obtrusion that does not offend. Till then, I’ll sit here like an oppressed but outraged orphan, shouting “OFFS!” at passersby who do not obviate the ‘oughts.’
[*OFFS = Oh, for f—’s sake!]
(By my count, that’s 40 o-words? LOL—this was silly but fun.)