Bellyache: (v) to complain noisily or persistently.
When does comparing become complaining?
When does musing over better ideas turn into lamentation over our lack?
When do we find ourselves bellyaching concerning the tenuous nature of the human race instead of uplifting our species to find the Kingdom of God within us?
I think it all depends on whether we lose our sense of humor.
The minute we feel it is our mission to discuss humanity and the failing conditions of our race in serious terms or with statistics and facts, we are in danger of turning into the kind of intellectual snobs which we normally disdain.
- With every suggestion must come a hope.
- Every criticism requires a door of escape.
- And when we address the creation of Eden–man and woman–we need to afford them the respect given by their Creator, who looked down on them in their total nakedness … and thought it was all good.