Oh. I am not quite as happy as this adorable goldfish, but I am trying. Trying to get the things done, trying to get the house clean and being taken care of, always trying to do better but the world is not. So, it is a one-sided war and today, I won this battle and I am not giving up this ground I have gained.

The day has the wonder I have been looking for to, it is a day of production, a day of doing better. I am not going to push it and have a day that I am not going fall behind in effort, so I am just staying in the lane I am in.

I got the driveway cleaned up and that way the humans can get in and out without issues. That has been the day so far as I am waiting for the humans to get here so the dogs won’t bark and be caught up in the recordings of the day. I am going to try and make sure to get at least 4-5 hours of book reading and recorded every day. Slowly move that up to more and more hours as I am trying to become something in the endless monotony of life and existence.

With the day being a good day of recovery I think I am to make much more progress in my own being. Trying to have a better posture and hold my own mind to the risks of the thought process. For the process of thought and the manifestations of minds, they are places of great evil and great good, to what each one is, that lays in the mind of its creator. A discord of the real is not what the world wants, they need a calculated sense of control. This is what gives people the ability to live mindlessly. Look as the world burns as the thoughtless become the majority. Then when awoken to an existence determined to eat up the sleeping ones.

Questing in this world is not of a great effort but effort, that is not to the mindless, created motives of the many, but now they are the stories of the ones who lie in the blasphemy of thought. An odd thing to say but note that the world has not a reading mindset, the world wishes to be told the corrected reality. A world were time and age are not the things we fear, but being seen wholly is a task worse than death.

I am not a man of answers, a questing man of the world who has begun to learn to read the memories of the dead, the machinations of the now, and the decrepit thoughts of the rich.

Until Later,

Much Love,

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.