NONE 4 ME THX

I’ve already floundered with what I set out to do this year. Things suck. You get busy. Time is hard to manage.

Priorities shift. Work gets in the way. Expectations are a thousand year, self inflicted death. Praise Krishna we pre-loaded mustard production.

You travel. Technical limitations. More importantly, the creative tank as well as the reserves are long gone.

This leads to a contemplation: who is it for? Ironically, things happen that motivate you to make change. The pages in your lap begin to unfold and tell you a story. It’s not for you. More importantly, it’s bigger than you. The dreamstate commands a strong grip, however the awakening calls. The thin layer of the Ego begins to disintegrate. This is not consciousness, you are simply conscious. The Universe is not testing you, you are simply in concert with the Universe.

Who is it for? Not you. Not anyone.

Here, you find comfort. Now go make dumb shit again.