The day is one of questions and delivering more taste of villainy and the rotten taste of the diseased and decayed. The east brings out more then the disease of the mind but also the disease of the body that once was removed and held not in the modern mind. With times as they are I am one to say the hermit is the one who’s wisdom is greater then the ones who cry out in tears of malice and partial information that is laced with lies. Cost of the mind is the reward of the mass, to have the ones who yell in the streets have your name as friend is the thing many have strived for so the street never comes to your door. I must also mind the truth and logic with such ideals. The streets loyalty is the thing that no one gets, the streets are only loyal to the destruction of the mass to make a blanket of rubble to warm the cold shelter-less streets.

With shifts and the machinations of the current civilization I am pondering many things, From the end of the mindsets of nations matter to the people and now we have a failed ideal of worldly unity. We have a issue with the idea that the world is not some kind of play care for kids, we treat adults of the world like softened little entities that have no idea of causality. We have begun to facilitate the weakest of us to be the best of us. We are not allowed to surpass each other or we are considered hateful and are told we are sick individuals to aspire to be better then the rest. When the things we aspire to be now are nothing but a stone that is next to the exact same stone. That way when thrown no one is able to say who did it so a mass can be blamed.

When the world outside changing in ways that will soon manifest a boiling pot of a tincture of random plants that are both nutritious and poisons. The taste never bitter but in the flavor that reminds them of home and kinship as the poison builds in the organs. The discomfort put aside as this thing consumed makes the rest calm so it must be good. Yet unknown to the world, only the few, the calm is the poison slowly killing them. The things before us now are a result of the last organ being infected. The brain now stands before the sickness as one who cannot see the sickness as it is sick as well. How do you find a cure for a world that is sick when the cure is to be set aside from the rest of a nation or world. So why stand alone in peace when they stand in a group of decayed.

I am just a fool in the woods looking for the meaning of life.

Much love

Until Later

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.