Belief Contrary To Popularity

Flying insects (gnats?) perform some sort of columnar dance, a common sight as summer weather progresses.

Premature hickory nuts bomb the yard.

I ask myself why I am here today, a day like every other day but unlike any other day.

I think about the interesting people I've met in the past few weeks, retelling their stories in my thoughts, amazed at the adventures we talk about (and wondering about the ones we don't).

We all have names and days in which we've lived.

I could recount the tales here.

Instead, I watch the insects and the underbrush.

I have lived this moment over and over, sincerely happy to be alive, unsure why others who think I have capabilities beyond enjoying simple happiness try to explain to me how I should move out of this moment.

I have chased after their dreams.  I have talked up their dreams.  I have helped them achieve their dreams.

Here I sit in my dream, as close to happiness - equilibrium with my environment - as I'm going to get in this moment.

Now that I am out of the workforce that relied on emails/text for communication, it's time to set aside the extension of myself that is this tool called the Internet.

I've tried the popular electronic networks, both for business and leisure, and found me always wanting something less, something more concrete.

Time to return to my pen and ink and paper.  There, I truly know I am the only one reading my writing, which is exactly the same as being here, but more solid feeling, and never prone to hacker attacks, adverts, or spam.

If anyone chanced upon this blog, I thank you for stopping your eyes on these words.  This is my last blogger post.  I enjoyed writing about your lives, but with my return to nature I see no reason to type about the relatively minor events (to our species) of the daily lives of wasps, lizards, squirrels, raccoons, trees, vines and ants.

I'm sure one of you will find where in here I dropped the Book of the Future* and figure out how to read its predictions - keep in mind that it randomly tells and retells all moments  - you will have to sort out the time sequence and determine which moments are futures relative/relevant to the moment in which you live.

==> THE END <==

* My computer programmer colleagues will gladly sell you the one-and-only, last-remaining, rare-and-vintage, perfect-condition, out-of-stock backup copy.