The Maxims of Truth

  
   "The Maxims of Truth"

  Maybe I was a weird kid.  Was indoctrinated too.  4th grad instructed me that in a perfectly Protestant fashion--God answers prayers, and there's a Power source of Absolute Truth; next, if you gel with it, you have the sophisticated synergy of the Holy Spirit Itself; regardless, a conscience or caution slow you down, and sometimes they roll over you when they're fighting for the kill.
   If everybody was a genius, this divided house might not exist; however, is it an axiom, when people always fight for control?
   I have no problem with Bo and Luke Duke driving a muscle car and snagging hot chicks in little blue-jean shorts before meeting Uncle Jesse for the product of copper line and yeast.
   But I'm an American, and however wild this ride may roll, we've been given a Bill of Right; plus, an extraordinary sense of Patriotism in our singular autonomy while not being too bothered by Canada.  It all seems so different when a child, lost unto not knowing better than how your handlers raised you, or if they sold out the job to others, at least partially.
   Grandparents are the best--that's my opinionated fact.  Without Grandma, it feels like no sanctuary exists.  But I still write letters to her, scripting them with thought, and praying them off into the Otherworld.
   If life is just nothing more than a mere flux of accidental atoms, why can't that even craft a more symmetrical union with that which outshines contentment?
   Go figure.  Power lines everywhere.  Still got Taco Bell and pubs though.  Not a bad America, if you roll reckless only for sacred elders and yourself even, sometimes.