And so it was that later in its life,

And so it was that later in its life, it sunk to the lowest levels, it looked into its past to see if anyone It knew had done anything worthwhile, at least, worthwhile enough to have been recognized by any major news source, ( oh yes, it more than understood that it may be a much too relative criteria for acknowledgement of success) or really any notable consequence or notoriety, from serial killer to "quietest woman on earth" ribbon at the Macon, Georgia county fair would be considered infamous. It would be journalistically spurillist to expose the final reports because of the new rule of journalistic ideas are ordered in such a way to keep the truths a mystery, inadmissible as evidence in any court ruling. No, it's true that no one ("no one" being a purely no brainer to statisticians) should ever have to look at truth and believe they understand it. For some reason, it is aware that what's wrong with the world isn't virtual reality but age old unproven nor unrealistic traditions, from the likes of witches, brujos, religious fanatics, perfectionists and idealists, or billionaires, the world has its own mind, made up of swelling oceans, low lying deserts, thunderstorms, hurricanes as well as soft breezes, cool nights, pleasant afternoons, and rain in its ways of thinking. Although many armies will be turned back and defeated by snow, mud, natures perseverance, they will carry on with their mission, die for their cause, all for bloody naught, because when memory, which keeps so many alive between life and deaths, is gone, there's no one who can venture outside with only their own Truth as a guide and triumph over a Lie. Sorry folks, that's where we are, can't be denied nor verified. Why is it considered relevant to want to be in a science fiction movie, besieged by the same imaginary monsters created here on earth. I like it when you (or anyone) can Start anywhere and end up somewhere else, but at the same time go nowhere and everywhere. Conclusion: no one I ever loved, friend, lover, wife (which is different than lover or friend but has a category of its own), acquaintance, nor co-worker, bar friend, more or less anyone and everyone I spent any time with at all, universally, hasn't amounted to more than an obituary. No one ever wants to die, there’s always a hope and chance for some sort of miracle that may give us one more day, month or year. For some I suppose it’s the children that bear the futures burden. Maybe for them, there will be a miracle, and they won’t have to wave goodbye to someone else as they escape into the new frontier, going where no one has gone before, where no one cares about what’s been left behind. Sent from my iPad