God is like fireworks and vice versa

My mother says I think too much and too indepth about things.
Perhaps.

But it's hard not to. 
I can't help but see beyond, be they outcomes or allegories, the thing which is presently at hand... whatever that may be.  I am simply under the impression that there is always something more to everything; what I have right now points to something else and, as such, is somehow revelatory of something more.
For instance, a snide comment to my wife is not merely an isolated, rude remark.  Its much bigger than that and, by knowing that, I am actually able to peer inside myself, able to know from what corner of my heart such a remark originates; perhaps then I can better know the motives of my heart that would form such a remark.  Like wise, I see also in the possible future if such basal actions and instincts are not dealt with and to me it doesn't look pretty.

So having such an internal process... God and fireworks.

modus operandi

I've been married for not even two weeks and, while I probably had inklings of this, it has become already prominent that Alison and I have two different modes of operating.  She seeks finality, whereas I seek comprehension.  I must add that I honestly had no idea what a good picture to go with this post would be, so I figured that the best option would be a cute kitten.  (Because nothing beats cute kittens)