There seems to never be enough time in the day to think everything through and enjoy the process of getting to the answer. I walk by people half asleep thought-wise or devoid of interests toward knowing anything at all. I vividly remember deciding to think and to know what ever there was to truly know of this world, I am far from perfect but my efforts are their own rewards to me. Still I am sad to see people's heads pouring out babble and boxed up junk. Death will take me and rot everything away but for now I will fill up to enrich my body soil.