Well, I am back from the field trip.
I won’t go into the details of what occurred on it as it was a good learning experience, but it wasn’t exactly what one would describe as being a happy experience.
Today I am here, writing about something.
I don’t know yet.
I know that I am here as opposed to there and I am currently looking for a thing to write about whilst I surf the infinite void of my finite mind, seeing where it takes me so long as it takes me to somewhere where I can think of something that will allow me to channel the very depths of the plumage that I am trying to envision.
I don’t know what I will do when I get to where I intended to be, but I do know that it will be something that I cannot hold or truly grasp, for it is never about the destination, but the journey through life that carries us aloft upon its lofty wings that we must pay attention to, unless the destination turns out to be more important than he journey, in which the destination should be the focus and only grave sacrifice should be considered if it outweighs every other option available, rather than be something that everyone takes because it makes for a more dramatic experience.
Perhaps grave sacrifice should never be considered, as sacrificing graves can lead to all sorts of bad feelings that people do not want to carry with themselves for the rest of their existence. There’s probably a lot of things that people could do that would be much better to the future of everything.
Personally I don’t know as I’ve never been in that situation and hope to never end up in that situation as it does not sound like one that I’d have much fun being involved with.
My typing is really horrible at the moment.
Maybe it has to do with being in a slightly odd position with an unfamiliar keyboard.
Maybe it has to do with a lot of things that I can’t put my finger on, such as Mars and some other planet that I can’t be bothered trying to name at this current moment in time that I exist within, as I do not exist in the past or the future as I only exist in the present, which is always now and not yesterday, although before now was now, now was yesterday when yesterday was now.
I do not know what else that I have to add to the conversation on now, except that now that I have now said something about the conversation on now, I think that now is the time to make some sort of timely escape as I slowly let this drag on into nothingness whilst I struggle to come up with something witty and insightful to say, yet at the same time know that it will not happen, so I will stop.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:54:06
I wrote this yesterday and got a bit too lazy to upload it, which may have been a good thing.
Written at work.