I have so much writing I need to accomplish, so much I have outlined, yet, sitting, working, I cannot move a hand to do so. Reading is good, but I'm caught at a dangerous life position where I'm in between philosophies, and it isn't altogether a good time to be reading, or writing for that matter. At least though as I write, I create, but in reading, I feel I have gained all that I must, perhaps too much. Now is the time to journey past that, and to create, and thrive.

Fortunately, I have old stuff to post, hah, and fortunately, though I haven't picked up a pen, the ideas are pouring forth, it is simply a matter of focus. Perhaps the time for meditation is now. Perhaps