Scrolls

2024.10.27

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Again.

The keys aren't cutting it again, aren't bringing that feeling of resolve.

So, another entry in handwriting.

No worries, it doesn't take too long to play another song on a different instrument.

Crucial, too.

You ought to sing what you feel the best way you can... today.

Scrolls.

What about scrolls back in the day?

No scissors around?

Who invented pages?

Mr. Notebook?

We returned to scrolls.

Proof?

You're scrolling a scroll right now.

In a few hundred years what your fingers do to read this will be archaic.

You, barbarian you.

Been at this a long time. Most of my life.

Nothing hurts worse than a lack of recognition.

Physical pain has a beginning, middle and end.

A broken heart is the lack of recognition that your heart matters as much as the breakers.

Nothing hurts as much as a lack of recognition because it is the experience of nothing.

You give something. You get nothing.
Lack of recognition. ^

Mother Nature doesn't understand it.
It's a people thing.
It builds nothing. Accomplishes nothing.
Only breaks.

It doesn't exist well in Her house.
She wants it gone.
So it hurts.

Find Something to recognize you. That's the cure.

Luckily, Something is always here.

Something put you here.

You're matter, so you matter.

Wrote about that here: For You

Take care, consider yourself recognized, and have your better day.