With the day ever so concealed in the machine tolls of work, means of social interaction, the many things the human population is such a confined species. Confined in many ways that we are left the strips of humanity in themselves that make for the bare minimum when it comes to anything in the personal life. From our arts, to our minds, to the very machinations that we read from long ago that we cherish all so much. The current fantasical means of the world are repeated over and over again from an age when creation was something to be proud of. In times long before now original thoughts were weeded of things that made it complex but turn it into the most beautiful of art.

From the would be artist of the day who say they have the greatest and most unique idea, yet when published is the most repeated thing in the imaginations of the stale. We don’t celebrate the new and unrefined as it takes work to see the things that lay under the debris and the world has become so lazy that they rather just reuse to make new art, so the rest joined that club.

I rather see the raw, and the unfiltered, we have been made to think that the refined is the only way to see things. This has left us with a demised view of the world and the new. With the terms of the world to become less then what once was, we now have become unable to understand the most basic of things. Left to wonder why so many have given up on talking to each other in the means of the honest word, now just repeat the things we are told to think and say. We were always so worried about the robotic revolution that would take over the world. We are already there, for the ones who tell us what to think, then if we choose think out side the words of the many, then we become outcast.

That is ok, as a outcast, it gives me the view as a whole, the strings become seen, the wires become evident.

Then again I could be just crazy.

Until Later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.