Oh how the day and night became a mixed again, how I have found that it is not a matter of if the time is born with sunlight but is born with the will I have to get things done, so the days and nights matter not. Just happy that I suffer existence and that with that suffrage is not in pain, but in discovery.

The night is not for the celebrations for me as I am working on a many things. The new year is meant for the youth to pretend and for the old to see the youth become more drunken the the sailor of old, then laugh as pain is the price for “jovial carousing”. The day is not in any significance in reality, just a passing of a marked spot in the orbital plane. It is a mark of the time we use to mark along our means of locating a set spot in a expanding and yet closed system we call the universe. Just a very human way of making us matter when we can identify and mark something with our makeshift minds. Not saying its wrong, just that we have determined so much with so little understanding of it all. Just beautiful and yet so multi front disease of the unknown. We are proud of what we have done, I think it is time to study the current knowledge we have acquired and then take the next step.

I have to keep this one kind of short as I am trying to get my mind organized on the next thing. I have come across some thoughts that both bother me but seem to be a solutions that is not in cruelty but in aversions of decline.

Until later you loverly units of thought

Much love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.