Good day to you wonderful beings of life, how the day is wished upon you with grace and dignity. The day will be filled with rain and clouds, for this is a time that we need, for the ground weeps dry tears of flame and coal. Foods and animals are hardend by the scale that has formed in the bounty of flesh and stone. For the sky must cry tears of life to give even the most ill of all mentalities’, For tears are not that of pain, sorrow or loss, they are the tears of all things, joy, loss, birth, death. They hold no pity and hold no grace, they hold life, death, remorse and greed. They are the honest drops of reality, for mankind cannot handle a truth no longer, they must be bathed in silent truth and then hope that it soaks past the skin of divulsion.

Sacrament is the word that brings all together yet is the word that splits family, kinships and life. Not religious but a sacrament of life, we have a darkness inside we use to reflect light that is given to us. We have life and thought, yet not passion of decree of existence. We give out birthed innocent and divinity of child birth and hope that just because we are able to something that we should. Much like the child to a discarded toy, no relevance until it cannot be found at will.

With hope as available as to how much money you can design a world to your standards, yet the ones with a wealthless means must die to the dollar of the ones who have boughten hope. Though means of relevance was once a means of protecting and honoring others and the world, not it is gifted to the ones who can buy importance. Though the words spoken are as hollow as a mindless fool, they are taken as the gospel of greater gods and divinities we are not allowed to see. From leaders of law, to the leaders of soul and the leaders of land, they are all granted divinity by a lower class that serves them. How tragically beautiful.

So with so much seen as a greater life and death, its no a wonder but a reason no one can see the stars for the velvet backdrop of night, we see not a star, but a meaningless light, much like those who live in the orbit of that star, they see our star the same, not a life giving object, but just a random light in the endless velvet backdrop. We are as significant as to the same how we see each star, why would a life of millions of years of evolution and decree give us any more significance then we give them.

Our humility and humbleness became much like our wonder of the unknown, now that we think we know, we sacrificed our humility for knowledge and humbleness for pride. Two things that each being worships when gods become silent.

Until later,

Much love,

Your friendly ginger from the woods.