The story of Sa'ul Part One

Once upon a time in the province of Tarsus was a charming non-practicing Hellenistic Jew named Sa'ul. Sa'ul was a social climber. He craved to be in like Flynn. He curried favor from his neighbors, the Romans, the Greeks, the Gauls in Galatia, the tax collectors, the fish merchants, the salt merchants, the usurers and the wine merchants. He ate what he liked, whenever he liked. He gave lip service to the local synagogue and the Roman oracle and received their favor and kind words through generous donations.

Sa'ul heard from a seafarer that a Jewish King named Herod had an unmarried daughter, her name was Adi (for some reason, she is popularly known as to you all as Salome), and Herod was looking for a suitor. Sa'ul did not have much to offer in riches, and his Greek and Roman connections were confined to his own small corner of the world, but he did have chutzpah, in spades. Sa'ul decided he would depart Tarsus, see this King Herod, curry his favor and secure the hand of the fair Adi.

Spinning around a star - whoopee

As many prepare to mark time celebrating another trip spinning around a star which is swirling through the outer edge of a galaxy, remember this: disaster always looms. Accept this. Do not dwell. No matter how you prepare, it is inevitable. How you face impending doom is entirely your own affair. To me, disaster is another soupy miasma cluttering up the file cabinet behind the water closet. For you, it may be far more consequential. Existence is bad enough without worrying about the end. There is no such thing as forever or infinite in your universe. Everything winds down, eventually. You do not have the math or the scale.

A mere suggestion:
A plan to live - respect yourself, respect others, respect your surroundings.
But it is not written in stone.