Day 269

Just a reminder that we adapt to our environments.

If you find yourself in the midst of things you despise and dread, you may very well become a creature capable of enduring it.

But then what might you be, then?

So please, whenever possible, remove yourself from the dark caverns.

Do not learn to live without the light...

Day 268

Several notes are discovered from a handful of humans, each notes from a person of a different age.

The youngest wonders what the reader may be like. They speculate and offer their versions of what the alien reader may look like.

"You have three noses, on for food, one for flowers and one for bathrooms. Also you like hats!"

There is charm in this naivety.

The older writers are more keen on asking questions in the hopes of answers.

They no longer care what the reader maybe or possess, only that they reciprocate.

"Dialogue can't be solitary!" An eager hand writes.

Desperation for some form of correspondence escalates as the senders get older; some go so far as to attribute everyday occurrences in their own lives as the reader's response in code.

"I felt as if you were that thrush of birds  escaping that fire storm. Was that you beside me I the evacuation?"

It was not. It never was you.

At a certain point, the goal of he letters shift, from wanting to have a dialogue, to simply wanting to leave evidence of having called out at all.

These would be found in the oldest of correspondents.

"I know now that I will likely never receive an answer, and the thought no longer troubles me. I also no longer dread that my musings may never meet another's eyes, though I should lament such a waste of ink and thought.

So with nothing more than hope of discovery, I write to you.

I will not expect a return, though I shouldn't mind receiving one if you are in the area.

I hope whomever you are, you appreciate that someone over. Here wanted to meet you very much. But will have to take consolation that I was simply too early for you.

A pity. I should have liked to have known whether or not. You in fact did like hats ... the number of noses is less prudent."

It turns out that every letter, every correspondence you've been pouring over, had come from the same person.

They had simply been writing you their entire lives.

Day 267

My god, when did you all stop being explorers?
When did the natural curiosities, which have brought you this far, dry up and leave you complacent?
Did the horizon lose its luster?!
What in this place and time, made you stop and say far enough?
I see in you no contentment. No peace. If you had peace, would you so rally around this fork tongued peddler, and his offers of a return to better times?!
What better times?!
The times have always been leading to now. They were never better.
Better was always the promise of the next part. The future.
What you reminisce on now, is the vision of today, not yet realized. Only looked upon.
An the sight of a thing can sometimes be more alluring, the farther away it is.
But it will never compare to being beside it.
Being in the presence of the moment itself!
So what does the next moment look like?
Not just for you or I: but for all?
Where will we go next?
That is what he cannot sell you, and why he doesn't even dare try.
Because no one can sell you tomorrow. It's up to you to take it.

Day 266

I want to be an optimist. Right now. In this moment. Hearing you say the things your saying - I want to believe that you're doing all of this for some kind of better world for anyone other than yourself.
That beneath the blatant selfishness of your actions, there resonates an altruistic spirit.
A genuine desire to see this world better off than how we came into it.
I want to believe it.
Truly, I do.
But every time you widen that gaping maw, I am overwhelmed by the flood of profanity that is "your frank opinion" about human beings; and I am left with no other option than to see you as you appear to be: a monster.

Day 265

I did it!
It only took off days/weeks/months of my life but I finally made it onto the online leaderboard of an online game, which I would know none of the other players by name or even sight, and my record will likely be beaten by someone who doesn't have to stop playing for work!
...
...
... I may have made an error.

Day 264

Long ago, when you were so very small and the world still very large - though, how large you could not yet know - you were cared for and look after by giants.
You may not remember. It was a very long time ago.
But they were there and so were you.
They held you in the palm of their hand. They covered you from falling rain and warmed you with sheets of fabric plucked from high places.
Everything you once were, was bundled up and cradled by the most powerful arms in existence.
You look around you now, no longer small, and you wonder where all the giants have gone.
Those titans of your youth, who held back a world of elements from your fresh skin.
Them that kept the wolves and fanged creature away from your tiny fingers and wriggling toes.
These great mammoths who could lift you up over any crossing, or place you down from insurmountable peaks.
They are not longer here ... and the realization will sadden you.
It should.
For an entire people that were once the most impressive thing in the universe has vanished.
It did so gradually and at the same time: all at once.
And you can't pinpoint the day between population and extinction.
You just, sort of noticed that you hadn't noticed until today.
So.
Really once must ask: where did all the giants go?

Day 190

Hey this is me/you sending a message from me (also you) to you (who is also me) 4 months in the future.

I'm still here, meaning you are still here. Meaning the world is still here. So try not to worry about that so much.
Okay?
Great!

Also, it is right now getting cooler outside, so I beat the heat.
Meaning you will beat the heat.
You will complain about it though.
I still do ... *sigh*