As i lay here musing over my day and what has to come, the silence of the night is blessed with the call of coyotes. I will hold my excitement in but to be out overnight in my tent is something that is quite alluring as i will be able to hear all of the creatures of the night. I think the one of the failures of the modern world, that we turned the idea of respecting the wilderness to just fearing it all together. Not mocking the world as it is, to say i have a better look on life. Just diffrent. Often i wondered if all our acomplishments we have made is quickly being caught up by the eivl either to create them or has been created by them. Not that I dont have the fortatude or factual notations to try and justify my thoughts. That is not why i want to keep a record. I want to have the idea we can have thoughts and perceptions that are not one in the same, that a terrible idea. Just that when we are sat down and left to our minds and ask, with both intelligence and wisdom. Are we better off, are we really thinking of the future for all or just for what we have in our experience? I don’t know, I am but a fool to the minds who have most likely thought the same thing. I just used to think that small town life was something that was blessed woth nastolgia and rose tinted glasses. To remember is to have a personal bias to the very memories you hold. Yet i am growing to believe that is not so true anymore. I don’t think that the world as a whole needs the time to heal. I think its that we have forgotten humanity, we have let go of kinship for the desire to have some desire to fullfill this life with exuberance of many forms. With this we have sacrificed the manifastaions of perosn greatness. To long to go into with out falling into some kind of rambling of some sort. I find that cities remind me of a barbaric aunt colony that has a corpridised fungile infection. Almost waiting for a cysts to form and burst. Where when i see small towns with little farmer markets suppling the residents, the spring days are filled with the smell of pies.

Call me nieve I know such things are, deep thoughts have lead me to wonder why we are what we are. Are we still human idividuals, or are we becoming stuck in micro hive minds with greater infection of malnurished thought as a individual. A sence of self worth is being in a collective of micro cults that have begun to seperate us from our individual humanity and knowlage of personal existence. Just to be in a camoflauge (please dont mind my spelling. i will get better) of cult of personalities we feel cofomfort in.

Oh how many things can pass the mind as sleep is being evasive. I will wish you well and hope the night becomes a comfort for the mind,

your friendly ginger woodsman.