Start of a song

You saw it here first, huh?

Cause it doesn't exist yet.

So, I can't  make you do or feel something you won't.

But, I'm so sure you will, you will love me, no doubt about it if you had the chance.

So purposefully I'm kept from you, but they can't really hold me back
And someday soon you'll need to show me what I already know.

So, I cannot make you love me.

I won't even try.

Giving up is not in my nature like loving me's in yours.
So, someday soon you'll need to show me what I already know.

Oh, oh, oh what do I know oh oh
Oh what we both know,uh oh, now we know.

Too many

There are far too many people out there to consider oneself, and yet, every action labels and distinguishes us. Me? I'm the one whose action is to escape being noticed or distinguished. I am just here for the body. Criminey. I do not even like chocolate.

Is it working?

Some told me once that it works, but it is like getting a tatoo on your face, others see it before you and they ask

I refuse to believe I had anything to do with it, even if I wanted something, that does not make me responsible, does it?

Every action that produces a result started as an idea, but this one was almost too far fetched to become, without a ton of faith, and consider a tiny speck can move a mountain.

It is crazy that I even need to know, but faith is the evidence. Maybe faith is a  foreign concept, but once I figure this all out, watch it...

Back to the board

I just need to dump my thoughts somewhere. But, know I intend no format.

We can make mistakes which means we have deviated from what we intended.

This is the same thing I think when I repeat on echo sort of back to good...

Back, huh?

What was good, and if I am not able to turn my latest mistake into something good then everything subsequent is wrong, too. But, part of me can remember although mentally it seemed perfect, was that even my word for it, or just an idea that I adopted and tried to achieve.

Ok, th I s is the hardest moment. Tight after you rubbed the lamp and the inevitable genie will surely grant your wish, what is it? You must have a wish or why summon the genie at all? But, what is it? Crud. I suppose it is a matter of soul searching still, I suppose I wish to know what I should wish for, for starters, but does that use up my wishing? Crud again. I ought to have been more prepared for this. I should have known exactly what I wanted or else time lets me alter it to fit my needs.

I wonder if wishes work like everything else, more success comes from using them for another anyway.

I know now. There never was a good better than now.

My wish is that you find peace and all that matters is me. Pretty selfish, though.

Yes, I want do not want to alter any one though, though it sounds exaftly as cyboric to clear a mind, but one time a friend wrote me the absolutely best art once about actually searching the baren wastelands of his soul to find sun sourched earth and dust, and a huge chasm, and he heard my name being called out. So, in a sense I gave purpose by filling a void.  Though, actually I did nothing. This was all his mind.

But, I know that I cannot run away from a problem, and there is no lesser problem only different and the problem only exists in my thoughts anyway, or does it?

This is something I need to try to understand, where am I? Am I a thought I or a body or a struggle or I really must entertain the thought that a body can actually hold more than one will so what do I mean by peace of mind, an agreement that cannot be forced. Hmmm it sounds like marriage.

Shakespeare comes out. "To the marraige of two minds..." but the heart is not a mind at all.

Ok, I need sleep. That isn't my great wish either, though.

I wish you actually loved me, and cared enough to overcome that obstacle. But, I do not want to bend you to me, I want you to come by your own choice. I wish for you, more than anythin, be content...with me. That seems like it would make me happy.

I think Jesus loved his Heavenly Father enough to be able to accept a terrible sacrifice.

Great. Now, my thoughts are being sabatoged and forgotten and replaced by this: https://youtu.be/xz32I_GbpeU

Big fishies

Big fish in a little pond meets a guppy in the ocean.

As guppy grows they have very little in common anyway.

The fish is a goldfish and adapts to the size of environment.

Fish meets whale who is big by any standard.

Movie idea

The trouble with movie ideas for me is that I do not have that something that gives,me enough patience to become obsessed enough with an idea to commit myself to it, to the point that I do not start working onvthe next new shiny idea,when it crooks it's finger (I apologize if you do not speak English that whole crooking of fingers is just a way to say "come here" meaning I am tantalized by the new ideas to the point that none to this point have obsessed me enough to stay focused).

I think a good stories lies in using time travel, like almost every good franchise has, to not interfere. Which we know it never could have or we would have kniwn about the possibility since the begining of time. In my story man kind was clearly smart enough to recognize patterns and want to sort of do their part of inventing a car by making sure the wheel need not be reinvented. I really liked how this idea of Longer term, multi-generational improvement is explored on Stargate atlantis with the Hofa drug. We might not achieve what may become a reality for the future. I spend my time devoted to long expired human life because I hope for an imortal existance. So, anyhow,  time travelers were sensed and though they could not be called a sure thing, the belief in them and knowledge of discovery was passed on in the form of stories, ones that devolved into diety.

Uh, time to make lunch, unless I could travel back in time and make luch for everyone so I could sit and type. Ugggh!

story plot

A man loves his wife so much, but doubts that she could ever love him as much, so they play minecraft or a game like it, and create fantastic worlds. The hsband makes one for his wife, it is so beautiful and love inspired that everyone wants to play in it. So, he opens it to them and is so amused that he watches it for so much time and decides to play himself. He meets a truly beautiful woman and although he loves her so much, he doubts that she would ever love him. But, she does love him, but both feel terrible because of some sort of deception. So, the wife talks about the beauty of this world never telling him that it is his world, jealously, he says that his world is so much better hoping that she will come see it and love it as much as this other silly one someone else created. He ends up deciding that she is taken by another who seems so perfect himself that he cannot compete with it, so he is instead so flattered by the girl who obviously appreciates his world that he confronts his wife an realizes that she could never love him anyway and so he "frees" her to go. So he shocked, that such a silly fake thing matters, so they never come to the conclusion that it is his world that she loves so much and he actually created it for her, and so the girl from his game world also disappears and he thinks, "oh great. I guess I lost everything cause I am really such a looser. I should have never even had what I did. Then their characters meet in a different world although both have assumed new identities entirely, they discuss things that allow things to be realized by the husband that allow him to know what was really going on, but he never tells her that the world was created for her because he honestly believes himself so far beneath what she would ever find acceptable. They decide to create a new world together and he tries to create a new character that she would like, but she is indifferent to it, and he takes it as her rejecting him... This is getting too long, the jist to be remembered is that nothing covers up the core of what we are. It is and always will be us.