Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed. It can only change form. This is the law of conservation of energy. This means that all the energy I used to experience as excitement and enthusiasm must still exist somewhere. It has only changed form. I wonder what it is now. Sigh energy? Confusion energy? Restless energy? Perhaps, though, I am not a closed system. Perhaps it still exists, it's just not mine anymore. Probably you have it now. Can I have some of it back? Just a little, though. I couldn't handle all of it anymore. I don't have the energy for that.
In heaven there is a large field of soft, green grass. The soil is moist and pliable, but not wet. The sun is warm, but not hot. The grass is beautiful, but it's full of weeds. The weeds come up with a little tug of the fingers, roots and all. It will take decades to weed the entire thing, maybe centuries. There's no hurry. Breaks are allowed for coffee and tea and snacks with visitors. Gnomes are real. Stop by and see me. Bring your gloves, or not.
Meanwhile, back in the "real" world I've gotten a job in the factory where old energy is destroyed and new energy is created to replace it. We take great cares to measure the inflow and outflow. There are laws, after all. We're a heavily regulated industry.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
