Whispering Into The Wind

Intention is such a funny thing. While the conscious mind revels in and with such in reality it's just meaningless twiddle. There are 'higher' callings in play despite the reluctance to admit such coming from those captured within the framework of one's imagination. Sometimes I call it the walking dead. While playing within the set of one's own movie can be fun it is typically short-lived because without challenges brought to bear it becomes quite... boring.

There must be excitement brought to bear no matter the form.

Personally I don't like playing in that arena and so I am not here. It truly is a wonder how existence orchestrates itself. The totality is beyond amazing but within the limitation it seems beyond reach because it is. From the watchtower of one's domain all is surveyed but that is but a pale comparison to it's creation.

Into the gale-force winds I whisper knowing that it is not I which is affected.

It is true, I am no one and not even here.