posture luc simonic Posture. Saved by Grace. A long time ago in a little known town there was a man small of stature but direct and driven. He stole time to touch hearts with kind silent renderings of everyday life that seemed to hit directly at the point he was aiming for. An angel. Taken away from all of his largest possibilities by a little devil that lived on his shoulder named Rex. Not so long ago in a small town in northern Italy a lady, Irish in decent, stood outside of her one room apartment that was half a guest house. She stared at the sun until her corneas burned up. She thought it was the way to God. I can not answer for her if it was or was not. Kind of Like Saul Paul from the Bible. About two weeks ago, in Los Angeles, a large red haired man of about forty five years, took a long walk. He contemplated the choices that had brought him to where he was. He could not find any answers. He could not find reason except to blame all of those that had crossed his path. He killed himself later that night.