Good day to you being of existence, I am unsure of the contents of your being, so I have begun to wonder if the human condition has begun to become materialistic with the divinations of belief to support the structure. I know that I am harping on religion a lot but it is in almost all facilities of life, a technical agreement to join the groups. That of the sense of discomfort become so apparent that leaving is the only option out of comfort.

Though the world is turning in its own being, the darkness of the space between us and the other planets we have all so named by use with the names of gods and goddess that are in our memorial of tales. Thought and the sense of the world are what make us human, I think that the human things are becoming the manifestations of value. We are no longer here to live but here to own the greatest things in value I am confused by this as I find value in the discourse of the minds and not the confusion of material allocations.

Maybe it is a crisis of identity, in myself. With so many things going on in the world, the turning globe holds no love to any species but holds the ability to exist. So, being a curious thinker, I have to wonder if the things we are facing are just a happenstance of the mindset. Curiosity is filling my mind that make me wonder further into the truth in eventuality. Kinda like an ant finding out that his world is what we can see. The mental dissolving of things that we have found in observation and evolution, more than the world suggest but how the world will dictated the next hours of our existence. Though the idea of such a thing is at the bare edge my mind I am trying to devise words to render these thoughts to words.

It is a weird sense the means of communication is stunted by the lack of the words needed to formulate the proper meaning of my thoughts. From my own lack of vocabulary or the facilities of the human collection of descriptive abilities of the mind. With the world and the human race is hard define the means of thought and the means of the ways we think are very confusing to me. I have a lot to talk about as I have been gone a few days and the home is seeming lonely. the home being the conscious mind and the lack of human inference of other beings to communicate with.

The day has been interesting, and it has give me lots to think out in my mind and then also from my heart. Odd how the words mean so much and yet used in the devolution of humanity. We give various medical terms to things that seem the same, the guilty of mind and action use such things as ocd, bpd, autism, bi-polar and various more, to be observational I am saying the increase in the abandonment of hard life work for the very words of disability to be used in a sanction of devoid of mentality. I know as a person with the damage to the brain after a tumor I am not able to do much in the human world. I pass out and then am weak for days, then I get very confused and the brain just kind of shuts down.

Now I am sure things could be different if I seek help, but I gave up on that a long time ago. I just don’t trust doctors and anyone else in the world. I mean all of them, just people as a whole I can’t trust. My brain just won’t let me talk to them, as it fills my head with all the things they could do that I cannot fathom them wanting to do the good for any reason knowing the bad is so much more profitable. The human race sells religion as the getaway from choices, we devour to our death by food, sell our innocence for eyes on a child when innocence lost. I just can’t find anyone in any field worthy of such divination to know no matter what heaven is just a “I am sorry” for all the bad. Seems hell would be a far better place to be.

I am hard on the human race and I know that I am not kind to the man , for that it is up to the many to change. Why would I change my mind with the very actions of humanity so the few can feel ok about what the majority do and closing their eyes to the suffering so the soul can enter bliss as you have know forever about atrocities and ate off the plates of the dead. The greatest hypocrisy is saying I care. For to me that means you care enough for the few but have yet not even pity or sorrow for the many. I am not saying we all have to do something, I am saying we all have guilt of productions that are flavored in the pain of the majority. If that makes sense.

I just think we can do so my much better.

I don’t know if I am right or wrong.

However

Until later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods,