How life has become a great giver of the things I crave. How the nourishments of the mind have become the many and I have great pleasure in the basking of the human race. Not withstanding the fact I am one of the human race, I want to observe and see the curious toiling of all the things we hope and wish for.

How the world has become a thing of wonder and beauty, to see the outcome of the minds and the souls of so many become one. It is beautiful, almost in a horrific way, not disturbed by the insecurities of the many who make a set of gods to give right to the lives of not believers. I have to say I am becoming a wonderer of these things that are not of good or bad, but of the things humans just do for what ever reason. I have become the investing mind when one human on a land mass that is not ones home, but is the land mass of another human, same being, same evolution, same blood, same skin, yet the beheading of one to the other as to make the ones who make gods among men. To have a great kingdom in the bath of blood. Odd and we are innocent even as the babes of the womb. We are not a dictation of freedom, but bound to the skin color we are born to, to have the world broken by the eyes that look upon you and not by the life you have. To be taken by one and be viewed as a monster and to have another see one as a goddess. It is very human and very disgusting when you have such creatures with out the commodity of language and without the reasons of complications of community, yet have more humanity if we want to call it that then the very humans the word is divined from. How hypocrisy has become thy clothing.

I just want to show humanity what it is and not what it thinks it is, to see past the devoured into the concepts of humanity but the truths of humanity. The reality that the world is devised by the ones with the same communion that bask in the greatest numbers. I want to know why when such humans are so devised to kill and subjugate the ones who speak with different words or have different friends above, so they are to be taken and killed for the sanctity of ones own people yet not to look at another in the same devotion they would give a unseen being. They have a great way to say why, but never a great way to ask why, fear is a powerful thing.

But I must depart as I am becoming a fool of thought and must have another coffee and break through the malaise of the waking hour.

Until Later Loverlies.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.