So I guess I'll start writing in here more. My friend Lucylynne and Shadowcast are on here so I shall be too. Here's something I wrote recently.
"I would like to state that this is entirely meaningless, meandering, and malcontented, and will require zero percent of your brain power to decipher.
With that said I should also say that it is an entire complexity to which your intellect has no grasp or quarrel with. But will you quarrel with it? I would and could and damn near stood where you do; in those shoes planted firmly on the concrete altar of martyrdom. Mine moved and by their own device carried me to the greener pasture still. The one where famines were neglect to hold the small stomachs of the creatures with no appetites. The stark shores of gluttony and decadence held what I came to know as my own personal irreverence, contrasting even what my wise Grandfather had so declared to me. "I got tired of making my own rules." Of course thats the path and peril of most resistance, but far more virtuous. I do not concede to you. Will not, cannot. Tirades continue and the forging of trails unknown will always be my steadfast guide. How can you go to a place you can't see? I can, and do, holding the hand of two; leaving a trail for those who so seek it. There is such a concept as faith, and even more than the conceptual aspect there is an intangible aura that can be attained by your own willingness to remain open; ever longing to take in. Receive. How much will you learn from your journey? Or is it only about the destination. Realistically you are always already there."
CH
"I would like to state that this is entirely meaningless, meandering, and malcontented, and will require zero percent of your brain power to decipher.
With that said I should also say that it is an entire complexity to which your intellect has no grasp or quarrel with. But will you quarrel with it? I would and could and damn near stood where you do; in those shoes planted firmly on the concrete altar of martyrdom. Mine moved and by their own device carried me to the greener pasture still. The one where famines were neglect to hold the small stomachs of the creatures with no appetites. The stark shores of gluttony and decadence held what I came to know as my own personal irreverence, contrasting even what my wise Grandfather had so declared to me. "I got tired of making my own rules." Of course thats the path and peril of most resistance, but far more virtuous. I do not concede to you. Will not, cannot. Tirades continue and the forging of trails unknown will always be my steadfast guide. How can you go to a place you can't see? I can, and do, holding the hand of two; leaving a trail for those who so seek it. There is such a concept as faith, and even more than the conceptual aspect there is an intangible aura that can be attained by your own willingness to remain open; ever longing to take in. Receive. How much will you learn from your journey? Or is it only about the destination. Realistically you are always already there."
CH