The day has been good in the sense that I am happy with how the time was allocated and not just given to the wind to eat up and dispense a sense of waste. From cleaning the floors to loving up the dogs and other animals. Things are just moving along as a time pressed life should. Regard the time pressed life being one of the essences of life is known not to have immortality, but to have mortality as a reminder that each day is not meant to be, they are chances of existence.

Honestly, I think, often wonder, that the things we have on this planet are things of divulged species and not of a congruent means of becoming better than once was. I know we could do better but in the choices of future endeavors, they are limited to who is allowed to claim them as their own. Thus being that no human I have ever met is capable of seeing the benefit to all over themselves. I fail to see a future that this is possible.

In example, not a leader nor a person of interest, nor a great chief of people could ever see beyond the means of the manifestations of the gods they have and all others wrong. I just see that humans have not become aware enough to become better than what we are. Still we kill over resources and over titles, we maim the innocent in claims of land yet let the ones who gave everything to give the title to their command, the people are left with nothing, not even memory. Humans are slain by their own ideals long before the ideals of others clash.

The morose and decay that is thought to be found in my post are the limiters to the ones who cannot see past this concept of the human desire and must be bound to the reality they make, as they are the ones who are right of course. This letting the division of morality and constitution as if someone is one thing, then the others must create a notion or belief in the opposite. Just something I have noticed, we all kill for the same color, just different shades of it. Most cannot see this, so they cannot see they are but another shade of the same thing, but the hatred of shaded eyes are the only reasons we fail to progress as a species.

Then again what do I know, I am but a brain damaged ginger.

Until Later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.