Presume Bill Lee to be log

When writing ones thought in a journal there is no need to be thorough or judicious for presumably no others care about ones personal prose.  But to publicly post each page of ones diary on what amounts to be a church door means to invite the devil in ones home.

A coward knows this as much as a goat could know this if a goat really cared about a diary, a door, a public or a devil for that matter. I hear someone say, “He would certainly eat the paper of his diary well before his appetite for writing ever fasted”.  I mean the goat… and perhaps the coward.

So for the sake of argument a goat that could write a journal would likely post it, without compunction, to a door of a church knowing full well that he would be skinned and roasted as a sacred lamb by the good collars, swallows and hawks hiding behind the door, and all the while remaining ignorant to the dangers of inviting the devil within his own house. And this despite the manner or the matter of what it had written.

Would not the goat know better than most of the good folks within the holy box that it is predestined to be second to the primes. Isn’t such ignorance sinful bliss?

For the collars, swallows and hawks there is no better excuse that to call a goat a beast and execute it at once for being strange and illiterate. What, what. Tan its hide for paper to boot!

To conclude, it is better to be the goat than to be behind the door for at least one has written, been read and eaten for it too.

What a brave goat.

The awe sir.