I have no thoughts to record, no ideas worth putting forth, no
insights, or wonderments. Such is life,
often just the grunt of the routine, pushing your self forward through time and
space fulfilling all the roles assigned to you by the means afforded you by
your body. It seems we are alone and left to propose and create meaning with
only our self as resource. These times
are some of the most critical for humans for it is how we resolve to live in
and through these times that actually make for us a way in which we live in all
of life. We are never so shocked by the
randomness of life when we are accustomed to living with purpose. The goal is to find purpose and cling to it
even when all around we can only see chance.
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