Well, how does it happen that I am looking over my floating tags and wondering why the word frustration is larger than the other words followed by the word oils.
My art of recent years has taken on a form of fantasy, the above computer giant was during a phase of role playing games. I somehow thought I would be good at it and finally decided I must help my husband bring in the finances...or I had to be a contributing person in society. I improved my skills and back to work I went to take care of those less fortunate than I. No form of retirement, no unions to represent caring and extreamly difficult technical assistance to giving life to those who were on the brink of losing their battle with dreadful diseases. Still, in the God of things, it appeared to be a way of giving serene respect to those things that a power beyond me had placed upon a fragile earth.
I think, I respect people even as I study their infinite flaws. No perfect trees without blemish...yet stand they for hundreds of years...without muttering one word in their own defense. Forest layed to rest for the living quarters of the rest of the world.
I worry, did I use up too many of the worlds not so infinite gifts. I went a few years without electricity, but then fire wood was my downfall. I walked to shop and do all my chores, but work was much too far to control the use of the car.
It seems every way I turn, I leave a blemish upon the earth...so, in all my caring have I saved anything for the seven generations that follow me? I pray so. Will, it make a difference...probably only in comparison...because there are those who have really left a mark of loss upon the earth in greater measure than their contributions.
Do soldiers count among the forest layed to rest without reaching their ultimate life? Does all the caring and giving that I have done even make a small dent in this statistical balance. I don't really know the answer. I suspect that my not knowing is the reason that the word frustration is larger than the other words. I hope it does not remain so.
The computer art above was huge upon an old computer my husband built, but due to the size of a floppy disk, it deminished just as the dinosaurs. Maybe, that was their down fall...a world too small to hold them. I think our earth came from a much larger planet containing huge life that could handle such gravity as a planet that size would emote. It broke into parts as it collided with a universal object. No small space meteorite but a breaking apart of a huge planet. Now, all its parts have revolved around the sun for so long they are now well rounded and have found other orbits. Maybe this will be the fate of our war like ambitions on earth, maybe we will somehow become more well rounded and able to handle the differences of earth's people without taking offense to a different brain valued idea.
Oh, to James: I can't, I am much too fragile, too recently broken and not well rounded enough. If the future allows, we will not be the same people...this time is lost...but, next time is not.
Life to be continued, NV Oh...dear...where is that spell and grammer checker?
