Good day you wonderful creatures of life and love, how I am so happy to embrace the snow and see how the world turns. The snow is falling and I love it so much, though my head hurts like a bastard I am happy that the Christmas will be white for the kids. They will be happy to play with the snow and make things as the wrapper they ripped open lays on the floor. Toys are located in every room and joy fills the room, it is a good time of year. The only downside is the merchandising of the holiday, that is something we all are victims and guilty of.

Well I am back, yes I got messed up in sleep schedules again, so me up all night while the world (concurrent to my location) rest in the slumbers of a nights blanket. A devoted and loving sense when under the blankets, a far sought comfort afforded to the few who know its meaning. Not in sexual desires, not in the wrappings of another human. Alone in the the fabric humanicide of your essence and you have a unshielded core that is shivering in the fear of acceptance. Under the impenetrable fabric weaving your soul out of you like a yarn ball becoming smaller in the use of creating something new. The heart is no longer what beats, its the souls beating the walls down to the embrace the fabric wonderland that is the cave of consolations of gods. In this fortress of wonder and truth is the only time ones heart no longer beats to the drum of life, it beats to the very natural fears of all beings of thought. The fear of importance, the fear of not being special. Then the truth is in the loathsome truths we all fear to face even in a battalion of warriors. The fact in the end of all great things the singular matters not, not one king or queen will ever be remembered by the indagate future evolutions of our species. Who can recall the last great king or queen of unremarkable empires. The ones who are forgotten yet the whole life of the being is to be remembered as a great leader. In time, the memorial of man will be forgotten too. Forgotten to the wastes of a unfilled sky, to the starless night, to the cast of the cosmos. We must find and defeat these realities not in the vast wars of mankind for a religious win, not in the blood of the ones who slay for the land masses classed greater then others. We face this wretched reality when the night comes to claim our wakeful thoughts and drift us into the very honesty of the micro second before sleep. That one moment in the vast thoughts of all mankind, So sorrowful that you even shed a tear unknown to the conscious mind, that tear is that remaining hopes against the walls of insecurity knowing the truth, we are as the sand. Gracious and kind to some, the breeding grounds of many, but one thing the grain of sand will be, is forgotten.

These are truths I think we all face and have much to deliberate when facing such gravatas of a realization. Fear not for it is not for the future to remember and love us, it is the right now we have to show that we do matter. That in a moment of time in this seemingly endless universe of cold and uncaring empty voids, this very second, very micro second, you matter to me. Become that for someone else. Not the memoriam of the life that once was, but for the very moment you become a essence in their life. For that may be the moment that saves them from the abyssal reality of the universal truth, that we are more then what we are to each other, we are the ones who become the lost and forgotten, but never the ones who did not share in its endless horror and finding peace in that.

Much Love

Until later.

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.