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I reckon that there are more pros than cons to being concise. If I were concise, I would say that in conversation, I would find it quite adequate to bring my point across by travelling in a straight line from point A to point B, without feeling a need to extrapolate and deviate from side to side through point A to A one, A two, A three and A four in a convoluted manner, sometimes even extending to point C, before I return to, or reach, point B, all in a blossoming flowery explosion of ideas which were thought to be essential in the explanations. Another good example of conciseness would be that if you tried to summarise my writings, you would very likely be successful in only condensing it to, at the very best, fifty percent of their original lengths, if you wanted to preserve their meanings. This is in contrast to a non-concise writer (i.e, a figurative smoker), whose writings you would probably be able to summarise to about five percent of their original lengths whilst still bringing their messages across quite effectively. If you speak to a non-concise person, you would be brought on a mental roller-coaster journey, and it would take you much concentration and effort to hang on and follow the conversation and its connotations. Or maybe, if they perceived that an event was too complicated to explain without dire consequences, they might just neglect to explain anything at all, or attempt to put forth a few words which generally end up quite an inaccurate reflection of the actual facts. This would then, of course, leave the listener perplexed and as a result, quite frustrated indeed. On the other hand, an innately concise person would avoid much misunderstanding and get straight on to summarising the current situation in a couple of sentences, allowing the listener to understand the critical points in a minute, leaving less important elaborations for a later time or date. I am concise, and therefore am not a journalist, writer or storyteller. Though I have had thoughts about attempting to be less concise, I think I have decided to stick to being what I am. No harm done.

Or I could have just said.

'Short' goes with 'sweet' for a reason. How much easier it'd be to live life with child-like simplicity. (Not ignorance. Seek wisdom from the Lord.)

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Jesus hung on a tree for us. His love and grace is all surpassing and sufficient.

Grace- noun
1. elegance or beauty of form, manner, motion, or action.
2. a pleasing or attractive quality or endowment.
3. favor or good will.
4. a manifestation of favor, esp. by a superior.
5. mercy; clemency; pardon: an act of grace.

Grace is a divine favor, one which I do not deserve. Look around, there is much pain and grief. I should be the one nailed to that cross. I should be the one suffering from that debilitating illness. But I am not, because the Lord has been gracious to me.

Thank you Lord, Jesus.

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And it's finally happened. I took a risk and put Noddy back on my bag... and lost his left leg forever. >.<