Good afternoon wonderful being, I ask you to be careful as the great birbery is afoot. For the birds are doing wonderful and they are happy to be alive. I can say the same. I am just happy to be alive, I don’t think a lot of people are aware of how special that is. In actual calculations it would be more likely to have yourself formed as a floating consciousness in space. A plasma brain that is floating with not a sense of self or the concept of life. Just a infinite existence that has no thought and not means of creating thought. So being here, being conscious, having a chance to have a live to live though short. It is a gift that is not given freely as we will die and we will suffer. That is the part of the gift we must pay and know that we are here. That is a gift that is beyond all other things could never match.

We have to think about it all sometimes as we are here to live and have a sense of being, we are just here. That is a cosmological happening that would not exist in millions of solar systems. The vast majority of them would be life less due to the simple idea of not being in a inhabitable spot in the distance from the sun. The billions of random rocks that would impact and destroy life before it had a chance to form. No god, no preacher, no monk, nothing would be here in mind if not for the absolute obscurity of us being here. The planet, the water and the breath you take, all of it, well your more likely to have a internal system turn food to gold. Just not something that would be probable in any way above .01% chance of happening. We are that chance and I think we take more time hating then ever looking at the stars and realizing that we are special. We are the one in a trillion chance to even have life itself existing on this rock.

So please see it for what it is, we are a improbable existence that should by all means exist. Yet we do and all we do is kill and mutilate. Kinda sad way to live the winning the cosmic lottery, I rather celebrate it by living with animals and see the sun shine for what it is. A chance.

Until Later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.