Most wonderful morning to you and your beings in your life. From the peaks of everest to the bottom of the greatest ocean fracture. From the howling winds of the great plains to the out cries of the darkedend forest. I want you all to know, there is one out there who cheers for you from the depths of the earths ruptured crust.

As the day evermore tales come to tell me their tales, to the marked men who have seen the devils hollow eyes, to the women who have brought life and the ones who have layed hearts upon them. To all the ones in the world who have yet to become a memeber of those list, you will one day become one with a title, from chicken chaser, to noble-men. To the maid and the enchantress. You have all become a vast part of this human empire that we bask in.

For the rituals of the evolutions are not hastend by desires or wants but by suffering. Scars are the timeline and the still healing wounds are the present, a notion of the time you have sacrificed. Be hold great truths that the ones who are aged with not a scar or a wound of hearts is one who has not sacrificed the damned parts of their souls so the glory may rise. A damped human is more common then not, one without wounds or scars call out their beauty is one of heavenly gifts, though the dark soul is laying just beyond the dermis waiting for the young to become the bearer of the scars that belong to the un blemished liars.

Choose not to worship beauty and in the scars of others become wise, become more then the world is worshiping, become a greater being then the unblemished worship. A razors edge and man who promises youth is a cost that is beyond the life that is given, for graves are filled with more plastic then bone. Become not who you think you are, thinking you are less or more then the one who birthed you. Your a combinations of cells and minerals, a bonded creature of evolutionary testaments. We are not more then the frog croaking in the dim light of swamps, nor are we less then the greatest creature to swim the oceans ever so deep. We are all one in the same, a living creature with the devistation of reality and death, knowing we will die one day we furiously seek emortality and yet gifted with only notions of fantastical creatures of minds and broken souls. They are the ones who are blessed with the imortality, for they are words and thoughts passed though the mortality of man, they have found imortality in envisions of beauty and nightmares.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.