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Reflection from January 11th, 2017 @ Age 35



I’m not gonna lie—my body feels weird.  I’m okay, but lots’a energy converting going on—which I think’d be a bad thing only, in the absence of my converter.  It’s just draining my energy—doing the converting, you know?


I was actually thinking about it just a bit earlier “to’day*—in these terms:

Well, in terms of, I was thinkin’ it’d be a good idea to do a video—in the sense that doing so, would serve as a jump start from my heart battery (which is full!) on over to my mind battery (which’s running dangerously—low).  Sigh…

So, I was thinkin’ I’d jump start my mind that way—and then, since I stayed, no, slept in today, so late

I was thinkin’ I’d try’n actually get some Twitter stuff accomplished.  I just “feel” behind…


Isn’t that funny?


It is not I—who feels, behind!  But, I certainly do know the feeling!  And, it’s not a “good” one—hence, the converting.

But, really—everything always does work, so much more…

Just all up n’efficient, effective and aesthetically-pleasing—when I rise above my fears, and just do it publicly.


Truly!  I’m just out’a practice—although really, just in the sense of “time” which’s no longer applicable to my situation, in any case.

So, there you—have it, Miss Maris!  Just do it!

*<3* from Carrie Fisher ;oD

Ohh and P.S. I loved—her funeral idea ;oD

No better time to stick it to “the man”—than at your own funeral!


Okay, just do it!


Nonsense grows in music’s absence—that’s why “your” presence over the past three years has made such a difference, Maris!  All you have to do, is begin again!  Yes, it will be different—but this time, even better than your last.

And, so it is—I died with the election, and was reborn again, in *America*.

This is your time—do not waste it!

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth upon this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure.  We are met on a great battle-field of that war.  We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live.  It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground.  The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract.  The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.  It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced.  It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish.


The Gettysburg Address

Circa 1863