I know I’m not making much money, but I am helping. Every chance I get, I add a little piece. One brick after another. This is the way.
If you don’t work at it, the goal remains unachieved. Progress is null.
I have so many examples of how stagnation and complacency leads to nothing.
I know companionship is impossible now, as I remain one with my path. I am the full time steward with no chance of a reduction of labor; no opportunity to trust the task to anyone else.
Casting aside the rubbish is now all I have left of relating to the past, and those before. Set ablaze, ashes fall and fertilize the soil for some new future.
The days of solidarity are upon me, and I welcome the fortune of times to come.
I can’t help but laugh. It all seems so foolish now. So disconnected from reality. So false, deluded and irresponsibly fanciful. Dream a dream if you wish, but I won’t play along. The dream is meant to keep you happy, not me. I’m not dreaming anymore. I awoke.
The prof is in the fact. Indisputable as it is real. Contend with that, or run from it. Either way, progress will not be stopped.