Sometimes the sky is silver. Have you seen this? It's not beautiful, except in the most abstract sense. It's too metallic, I think. Some people might like it. Some people would welcome data jacks implanted into their heads, so they could interface directly with computer systems. They imagine nerve control of systems and quick data feeds directly into the brain. For me, this is a nightmare scenario. In the end, I'm a programming Luddite. I'd write software with knives and wood if I could.
My mind is far away, which is not unusual for all of you, I suppose. My mind is always far away from you. Right now, however, it is far away from me. It's pinned to the silver sky. It's lashed to the tree of life with cords of progress, bleeding for its sins, being purified. It's what you do, and not what they do to you, that shapes you. The key is to separate the two, to be able to.
I don't always finish. Sometimes it just doesn't work out, you know? When I die, they're going to make me go back and finish all of it before I can move forward. That's fair, I think. I just wish I'd taken better notes. That's going to come back and bite me, I know. You can't skirt by forever.
Forget all that, though. It doesn't really matter. It will be okay.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
