The remote room calls to the many but the few hear it and the lesser even look to find it. A place where ideas come to die and the conscious is surgically removed, Taken with the blade made of unity and devotion to ideals never bread within a singular mind, but with the comunal mind of a group who rather think less and do more with conduct of a hive that has no means to think for ones self. I am in constant wonder of the case of the humans and the things that they do to have some sense of the beings. I am always however in pondering that the mankind we have become so devout to the material that we are willing to kill each other in the means of keeping the cries silent.

I guess what I mean is that we have become collective and that is a cancer that is breaking the very ability to be human. To give a great example of it would have to be the cultism of ideals that we have become as a world the means to be. This is something that has been happening over the great number of years. We have become judicial to the machinations to prove that they are the ones who are right in all the wrong reasonings and desires to have a conceptual right view. I am not concerned to the people, I really do not think we will be here in the next 100 years. For the main reasons we have spent too much time thinking and making laws and dictations that change nothing but satiate the days with means of being right in collaborations with the main being.

So I guess what I mean is that we have sections of humans who are Neanderthalic and others that could be called the spoken silence. They are the ones who seem to have ideas and answers for things that are causing so much issues, but they have given up on everything. They know what to do and have become heavily educated in the necessary means to fix things but just choose not to. Then the populace cry out for why they did not help but never look back at the roads they lay. So, they rather just let it burn, because why save the one thing that has destroyed them over and over again. So why save the animal that bites you.

Just me rambling.

Much Love

Until Later

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.