As I Sit Here...

Thoughts often come to me in waves of five or six at once. I try to pick the one I really am interested in at the moment to spend my 10% token on like a kid at a carnival. I really must reassess my token for today. I have been too focused on the future and not enough on getting myself to the future. I distract myself quite often with nonsense because it is quite difficult to pay attention when you when you know too much. The importance of the dirt. We can start there. Everything you are touching came from what was already here. We didn't order out for your phone parts, or for the nutrients that grew the most likely cotton clothing you are wearing. it was all pulled from here. What happens when it all gets pulled and nothing can be made from the ashes? Trees? Nope. No nutrients for them to grow. There probably won't be any bees to pollinate either. We might slowly run out of natural air. People will have to buy and sell manufactured air. If you don't have enough air tickets, see you later. Eventually, I'm sure, something would be invented that made water into air for the masses that is affordable and easily obtainable....right? sure, but where is the water going to keep coming from after the ice caps melt and half the ocean dries up because we are using it for air? And half the fish population dies? We won't make it that far guys. There is no sense in wondering about it. Go back to your snaps and chats. OR go outside and put your feet in some of that dirt while you still can and hope there is something within it that has not been leeched out. Have a better day than you decided to when you woke up after you read this because you choose your reactions. I did not copy and paste any of this entry from a Burt Reynolds monologue.