seems like a while since i've addressed you, dear reader, but you have been in my thoughts, i assure you.
you know, there are some choices that are more like commodities than they are choices.
choices that must be earned, or sold, or allowed. some can be bought or traded in a currency beyond paper or any kind of rigid place value. beyond numbers and formulae. there are choices that must be encountered and dealt with in these incorporeal ways.
i can choose to let go. i can choose this freedom.
i can choose this freedom and thereby provide a different freedom for another to choose. a freedom that, like mine, was forbidden to choose until the correct and discreet currency resolved itself.
this process of roads and choices and burdens and pride and desire and compassion and greed and survival, all delicately entrenched within lives. we may compose maps and play the guide or the guided. they'll remain deeply hidden of course, to some degree.
what am i talking about, you may be asking yourself. well, don't let it keep you up at night, dear reader. remember, these words and phrases i give to you, these hidden meanings and lack of context, and these revealing and shrouded concepts of the fragments of our lives are subjective to the influence and the evidence as we should or need or want to see fit using and applying. inventing. after all, it is your reality, dear reader. give it wings.
makeshift we still yet can fly.
that's a choice you have complete soveriegnty over, should you choose to.
fly. burn.
resolve.
it's all the same thing.
you could do this without me. that's another matter.