Good morning you wonderful humans of life and liberty, I do hope that your day is filled with the joy that the great Vivaldi brings me. For his strings are strings of heaven and hell, as one burns from the heat of cursed embers, the other cools with the blissfulness of the fountain of youth.

To the day I have much planed and I have much to do and always wasted time I could used on things to be done. Into the facility of the day, the muted sounds of nature slowly become awakened to the rays of photonic resonance of a fission and lustful pressure. To have such a gift to have over the horizon is but a treasure the dead planets would never come to embrace. Millions of dead rocks and fallen eons have no light to the dead wondering planets of the cataclysms of the death of great giants. Invicorated in the light of of the great ends of spasmatic pressures. The rays of one once to give life is now but the bringer of all that will end in the sky.

Fret not we are millions of years away from such things, also we must recognize that we are not a special thing. We must understand that as a being of the planet we a a fraction of a micro second and yet we thing we bask in the glory of being important. To importance of the world, dinos have us beat by millions of years, like hundreds of millions of years and they still managed to be more peaceful then us. Take that to heart, we are so primitive we can’t even get past skin color. Think not that technology makes us important, if such a case existed, well then, things would be so different. However we are bound to that ideal, Let your trinkets entertain you but not become you.

In the darkened rooms we hide in at night, a cave of modernity, we are sleeping restfully in the trapped confines of a house and home. Are these things freeing, yes, so they are not a trap, that is a lie. Devout to the idea of life and conquest of the needs in life, I also must see the things that are not there in all eyes. For the blinded often trip over the seen and the sighted trip over the unseen. Ones sight not removed can still leave you blind, for not seeing the actions of ones being is blind to heresy, yet to see the actions of one self and having sight, for that is a hypocrite. both have in them the downfall of mankind, one is just justified by a god and the other justified by being human. Both are the same.

Though the time is not flowing ever so that I find rapid and a cascading waterfall leading to stones. The morning is moving along as a sweet melody of the sullen stars. A tranquility found in not place or time, but in thought and lust. Let the stars become the dream and the universe your playground to shine your light.

Much love you curious little critters.

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.