It was and is necessary
Self sabotage that is, to make it logical to ring the death knell of cyber addiction.
I've enjoyed a bit of privilege here, and at the risk of sounding pat and insincere I can say I have visited that realm as a traveler would say they saw Rome or whichever place noteworthy.
I am excited about my books, but expressing that negates it, so that in my mind it is no longer logical to say anything else, except this attempt to make it sound better than I have hitherto made it sound.
I will keep my account alive for one reason, and one reason only, to listen to the playlists i've included when I don't have YouTube Premium, so as to enjoy a relative seamlessness.
A new wifi will be gotten on the 18th when the cable tv is ended, so I dunno if that will make streaming buffer less. But the way I was told about it makes it seem to be so.
Let me leave you all with a generalized statement of this absolute enthusiasm which cannot be diversified into communicated participatory language.
There is nothing else, the one typing is a nothing, in the sense that there is nothing to offer anymore, and was there anything truly offered before?
There are issues in my noggin that can only be grappled with in a hermetically sealed isolation unit, with hundreds of thousands of hours to spend, filling up on the stuff of dreams, which linger only as long as there is only the natural vista ahead, in a sense eternity is the only thing one is facing, using books as a kind of vehicle moving towards it, but not like cars that go fast, this vehicle is slow, and the slower the better.
I must savor each moment getting closer to where the earthly ends. This necessitates the termination of interactive activities.
This was an attempt to explain it, it was and is a privilege to speak here, but it's not a home, only a place I visited. Thanks for reading, peace and love folks!!
I've enjoyed a bit of privilege here, and at the risk of sounding pat and insincere I can say I have visited that realm as a traveler would say they saw Rome or whichever place noteworthy.
I am excited about my books, but expressing that negates it, so that in my mind it is no longer logical to say anything else, except this attempt to make it sound better than I have hitherto made it sound.
I will keep my account alive for one reason, and one reason only, to listen to the playlists i've included when I don't have YouTube Premium, so as to enjoy a relative seamlessness.
A new wifi will be gotten on the 18th when the cable tv is ended, so I dunno if that will make streaming buffer less. But the way I was told about it makes it seem to be so.
Let me leave you all with a generalized statement of this absolute enthusiasm which cannot be diversified into communicated participatory language.
There is nothing else, the one typing is a nothing, in the sense that there is nothing to offer anymore, and was there anything truly offered before?
There are issues in my noggin that can only be grappled with in a hermetically sealed isolation unit, with hundreds of thousands of hours to spend, filling up on the stuff of dreams, which linger only as long as there is only the natural vista ahead, in a sense eternity is the only thing one is facing, using books as a kind of vehicle moving towards it, but not like cars that go fast, this vehicle is slow, and the slower the better.
I must savor each moment getting closer to where the earthly ends. This necessitates the termination of interactive activities.
This was an attempt to explain it, it was and is a privilege to speak here, but it's not a home, only a place I visited. Thanks for reading, peace and love folks!!
46-50, M