Is devotion a manuscript in us all, or do we have to face the reality that being devoted to a subject of life or not, is something we create to have a feeling of being important. The fear of knowing non of us truly matter in the universe, the last time a human was truly remembered was 2000 years ago, what in us thinks we matter that much. Why is the individual so consecrated with bountiful thought but malice is the lustful desires upon the top of manuscripts of humanity. I am just in deep thought of life and Hubertus of humanity creates for its self.

I love humanity, truly think its a blessing in evolution. just to sit here and have a set of words to say, a mind in conflictions enought to debate life. The state of being human is amazing, I am jsut curious, have we become lazy and rely on Neanderthalic means of thought and refuse to evolve that concept as it would lead to existential crisis no one wants to handle so we all stagnated in human development. Are we apes with god like weapons in the world of such advancements within technological means that we deny human evolution. We let the words of bombs and created disease talk, when the voice is slowly dying.

Late hours have a strange honesty to them. The world hasn’t put its mask on yet. Fewer opinions shouting, fewer obligations tugging, just you, consciousness, and that quiet hum that asks uncomfortable but important questions. It’s a good time to be alive if you’re the sort who notices things.

With the hours old and soon to be birthed again in the rotation of what was once considered divine, now a rock with attributes. Why have our perceptions of self evolved just as so.

Until Later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.