Good evening you wonderful humanoids and humanettes, How I do hope you have found your sense of being tonight and that you have not be bound to the existential crisis that is the human experience. We have the chance to be better and maybe be one day to be better but as of right now, morality and worth is by dictation of wealth and influence, not the ability to have growth that does not create the need to destroy to grow. However, we have lost that art long ago.

Before I get too into the depressing reality of being human and not the sense that we are but the echo of a great idea that was once seen by even the ones who not live here. To be the chance to have another join the manuscripts in the stars, I do think that the ones who observe have turned heads away from us with a tear in the ocular cavity that would be a eye. Then realizing that by turning their back, they have given us the one thing that we have yet to understand, A future fictional unity has been exvisorated by the huburous of thinking individuals concepts are reality and born in them is the right way.

I am not sure what the right way is, I do think that it is only show to us when we can take the vices of humanity to become the reasons we say creation is only found in destructions. From long ago, we settled in iron chains we wear that binds us to smash rocks as the only way to find use in them. To break down the very chemical compounds to make sure we can make more of what we want and not what is. We have become alchemist of death and destruction, while the purity of discovery and understanding has died in the arms of our skeletal remains. For discover is the thing that lays in the few and the ones who have found and wish to have it nourished. They become the ones who become misunderstood in the ramblings who know it but not understand it. A propagate of rotten minds only freed by one of the outside to open a gate. However I thinking the gate even when open, is blocked by the refuse of stagnate brains that have become mounds of visceral acceptance that blocks all other concepts of thought.

Though I am just a simple ginger, I do have thoughts of infimum answers.

Until Later

Much Love

Your friendly Ginger From The Woods.