So Today is the day!!!!! We are about to step into a brave new world. The system is set up and ready to go, the book reading is going along nicely. I have so much to be happy about, from me being alive, to me being able to read and record, to the silly little games I can play while I wait for the seasons to change. Once the seasons turn warm and dry again, then the forest calls my name.

I do not with to inject feat into your hearts. For I am always will be here and recording things, From life to games, you are my reason for my joy, simple words and wonderous adventures with you, such a wonderful sence of being. I am simple and not a man of many things. I am not a man of wonderous thought, nor am I am man of great building prowress, nor do I speak tongues of many cultures. I am just me and with the world changing and people never holding ferm on ideals or gods they serve. I find my own life is greater then all of that. I am just me and I choose to have a life I love and live. I am no god, I have no sence of supuriority over fellow man, for many man stand above me. I am just a man who knows that these things do not matter. All that matters is I am free to think and do, with those things, all things are possible.

Told in many ways we are not to be huberous in our being, how our life is short and painful and we must devour such pain in the cost of a apparent sin to a God. In many ways and desires this is how we are to serve a creator. Live in our humanity and yet supress all things that make us human. Now to take all things into our hands and yet still find emptyness and then take life or innocence into their hands, they are not the ones who have harnessed the will of humanity, they have taken the will of ease. Note this fellow men and women, though the path that seems to be the easy way, the way with few hills and little baggage. Over the small rise that makes that way look so easy, there lies the bodies of those who thought such a road is easy to walk. Yet all who walked it like decomposed in living rot with sacraficed honor and dignity laying in their hands as payment. foolish as they should know now, those things are not valued by any but the ones who are born with those things. Like finger prints, they are to each of us as a individal, they our will and desire to be human and to sacrifice being human is no great feat. For all it is, well it is not but the sacrafice of everything that makes us human.

May my morning ramblings have not broken your soul.

I shall be back and hopefully have a way to out think such a pradict of life.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods