My Journal For Today-- Random Thoughts & Musing's.
Editing is always tedious and Gather remains a dinosaur that reminds me of the dial up days.
Every human being is born with a certain amount of moments, On A Finite Scale- from birth till death.
- Just this short audition -it is now, our time here .
A Masterful Game and a true Mystery & Paradox.
We are born into this world with no instruction's and Everyone is in the same boat for whatever reason, we are here.
I Have Heard Or Read Of Past Master- all say you have to walk your own life.
There are no real experts on this subject!
Maybe to be learn?
What I see I could not have imagined in my greatest fantasy or my worse nightmare- look around you and tell me how little you actually see?
The Human Race is made up of opposites -and all the myriad Conjecture's is where Expectation's abound.
Yet in reality- it is this magical time- which determine what is truly accomplished this moment of now.
This rules seem to be written in all language's.
Sometimes so blatant as to scream for- ATTENTION.
Life Sometimes reminds me of a scene from a movie after awhile.
No one can give anyone the answer to any of it-all anyone can do is point the way they are going.
And like all tests - they mean nothing unless they mean something to You.
In the blink of an eye it can all be gone!
While we are here we are in the prescence of a higher reality.
We are still in the beginning phase -if we as a race survive.
Anyone with half a brain must see this too?
We look through the peep hole into the something that can never be described.
We Are All Children in this Universe who libe a short life span and then are gone.
In front of us are the things to show us how to really communicate and navigate & evolve.
I look and it saddens me- A nostalgia like memory from a childhood dream & Our children mirror us - in relationship with each other through all our networks of communications .
Everyone seems to be running around bumping into their mirrors refection's.
Memoir's for who?- yet it is one of the ways and tools I have been given to communicate- so I do it like a message sent out in a bottle in the sea.
Like the words to a wonderful song with a little bit of me -I mixed in " Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever, but the earth and sky- It drifts away not another moment will all your money buy.
For my short sojourn here, yet..
Dust In The Wind
"You can take a persons money, but you can always give it back- someway- somehow, yet when you take a persons time that is the one thing that can never be replaced."
It isn't for Gather- nor point's in the end.
Welcome to my world and I hope you have enjoyed your time?
Today seems okay with launching this re edited journal?