Little did I know that all these answers would come from my unquiet mind. Fire burns hot and does not start from a vacuum, instead, it heats everything around it.

The question does remain: who will listen to me? I cannot think of one who stands with me. That can see on my level. As I reach out I find so many POVs, there is an endless supply. How soon a voice unknown starts to sound familiar, like one that you always have known. Then one thinks about how many times that process can be done, like adding words to a sentence can we always expect that we can keep making these little leaps of thought, never thinking that someday the mind will break. Words have a way about them, meaning and sound together mixed with thought and in the time in which they were arranged to completion.

When living a Lie the thought of showing foolishness may force us not to turn back. Faced with a lack of will and spirit even the sun of a summer's day will feel cold on the skin. Having the force of two sides of the coin where one side is everything is pointless and the other side is a welcoming to the future where everything and everyone is connected to you can be unsettling when in a state of peace.

Looking for peace is no easy path with all the forces blowing the way they do. To sail through the storm takes a steady hand.

I see the light. Only I don't know where I sit in it. Perhaps I won't get a chance to explain it. I have entered so many doors without being greeted or given any support. Alone in my thoughts. All those that are following don't even listen to every other word. Like my words miss their marks and tumble into outer space forever falling without any hope to ever be understood. As if I am speaking in an alien language far removed from mortal man. This is the opposite place I want to be.

I wonder how I can have any influence at all when I fail to gather the trust and support of those in my inner circle. How do I speak of big ideas when clearly there is no need to share at all. My words don't extend, like talking to a wall.

Often when looking on a POV, wherever it may be I wonder how that view looks down on me. To see the world as ONE is quite an exercise so it is seldom done. But to see what is hidden, first look what is in plain view, and that is the view of others which is to be understood if you care enough to give that mind.

I have found that many people are caught up in a forever loop of their own logic that they can not escape, where no amount of information will give them a different output. For if you see an object only from ONE side you will never have an idea how others might see it. All eyes don't see in the same way. Some don't see as well. Some don't see all the colors. What ONE person sees is their view and their view alone and in life, it is everyone's mission to express their view so the world will be connected to a deeper meaning.

As of now, some voices have greater weight, their message is carried much further and remembered much longer, but a recent change has come about. There are now people, many of them that wouldn't get a second look not too long ago that make their way to the spotlight. People are no longer an unknown factor. They have records and histories that are continually updated on the Internet.

These forces I speak of are out of my control. It would be like using an eyedropper to change the time of the tides. Perhaps my need to add something was always meant to be washed away. When everyone I see appears to not have enough calm even to listen to their own thoughts then what chance is there?

Often it appears hopeless when listening to ONE POV so certain it is though they are walking in lockstep. How do you open ONE to the logic of everything else? How can ONE say they have concern for all things when clearly their bias shows they have not done the work?

As a hero on a journey, information travels through the mind fighting all the roadblocks and misconceptions along its path. What the mind of a normal person will not know is how to travel along a path that is in complete darkness or on a path without a hint of shadow where there is no doubt.

Isn't the way of the self that we find ourselves looking back on our lives for answers to the questions that have plagued us? To live in pointlessness is heartbreaking. That is why many turn to God.

God is all. God is thought. God is all thought. God is Love. Godliness is seeing the continuation. Godlessness is always seeing the end.

But I wonder now what are the values to the answers if no ONE will hear them, read them? If I disappear at this point what would it all matter? My words have so little weight. Though I make an effort to collect them as I face a possible future where all I will be is forgotten. I am all but a distant memory right now, which in my mind illustrates the reason so many took glory in rushed action.