No followers, just an occasional look. Got to keep the station running, no point worrying about the ghosts of Mars. Got some ghost friends of my own that tell me funny stuff.
“The library will endure; it is the universe. As for us, everything has not been written; we are not turning into phantoms. We walk the corridors, searching the shelves and rearranging them, looking for lines of meaning amid leagues of cacophony and incoherence, reading the history of the past and our future, collecting our thoughts and collecting the thoughts of others, and every so often glimpsing mirrors, in which we may recognize creatures of the information.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, The Library of Babel
I try to come up with some original writings, some thoughts that are mine alone. Why do I like Dinosaur jr? Probably due to the containment of pain. Pain contained in a song is better than universal suffering.
My day as recorded here. Hauled the cupboards out of the kitchen we are remodeling and stored them behind the shed. Hung some Christmas lights on the house. Drove into town and saw the Seahawk game. Got home and watched Tucker and Ingram on the YouTube. Looked at photos of Mars from the rover. Opened this blog.
Elaboration? Half way to Anchorage it started raining even though it was 24 degrees. Richard Sherman got hurt. Washington is swampy.
And my blog? They say you only get out of life what you put into it. I put my self into life 55 years ago and got Love. The rest is window dressing Thank you Life-God.
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
― Jalaluddin Rumi