the moon

Today was cool. First day of new job. Orientation and getting to know the layout was the primary focus. The drive there is long but it is a sacrifice we must make. I will probably have to work there. Today I didn't feel scared. I felt stupid and childish. I laughed and it sounded wicked. Anyway, scared is like knowing a spirit, and afraid is similar to frightened. The spirit of English is mostly in Old Spice.

Seriously, there is so much ignorance. I mean look at me. I am using a PC. What's next? Freedom hopefully. To be free must be the ambition of all. But does not ambition contradict Freedom? What about Free ambitious movement. Or Ambitious Freedom inside four walls. Free from attachment unless the attachment is keeping you free. As in freedom from falling then I must be a healthy attachment.

The funny thing about new modern junky english is the phrase 'Next Time' . How can one say time after next and actually get away with it. That type of thinking does not work. It's like some mad and possibly fettered scientist trying to determine the beginning of all things as in universe and earth-- sun and moon and all. There is no such thing as next time. It's about here and now. Right here. right now. One does call upon time in that sense. Just rambling to onwards home.