I don't know what is more of anything that weren't anything the same the day before.  That is given by the day before the previous day and leading into the abrupt discontinuity of today.  Today is the day when apparently all is changed, the day when resounding choir focuses imagined doubts and naysayers, all that were in time given by possible elimination, that doubt which should have coalesced and culminated.  This discontinuity isn't any worse, however, than the past, not so much in the excusing and lead up, neither so much into the same conditioning work that has one going about one's business of the day any less differently as likely angry or less angry.  There will be likely days that are shown by nothing more than tyrannical populist scripts as it were in the past...as it has been repeated one should imagine so many countless time in history without exception.  All is a matter of conditioning so long as one were as likely walking, living and breathing.  All is a matter of survival in a way though admittedly there is perhaps any likely ease.  I wonder, "Do they assure you now that they raise the temperature of the crab in a pot?"  And that, for the sake of their vanity and pride likewise, this has been stated already so many times over.

    From a given perspective, I don't see much changing at all.  That is whether one were supposed to be convinced of anything different that weren't all the same as in the day before.   About the day one goes about one's business generally while the disconnected blather of media conjures any way to insinuate itself mechanistically all the same.  If I were awaiting the kind fortune of others and saying otherwise what should I have in store...having died in the same cold reclusive way that other silents have been consigned in fate?  Yes, but it is likely all the same, and what care is there in speaking into the wind?  Speaking into the wind could be given to this desire.

I've heard the term as absurdly and strangely as, 'All of the universe is governed from one's room.'  Doesn't it seem strange in this way?  And that is how absurd existence is at times, isn't it?  I don't imperil faith anymore than having existed and imperiling faith by self existence.

DESIRE TO CONTROL...DESIRE TO CONTROL...and if it isn't control everything is re spun in a new light...which leads to something similar...