(Just Mindless Drivel)

One Last Glance at the screen. Still nothing. Thinking of how it could all have come to nothing. There is nothing. How can nothing mean so much to so many? The mind, if not fed, breeds information; so much for the barking gossiping housewives, the mindless hate of men and the suffocated confused wanderings of those winding insane paths, unable to digest what the world offers them, at least not enough to satisfy their ravenous minds. One Last Glance at the screen. Still nothing, but this has been said before. Without pain, pleasure bears no meaning. Without sorrow, happiness just a have a nice day smile on the face of a lifeless mound. Without love, inspiring, where would hate find its consuming lust that burns away the soul? One Last Glance at the screen. Still nothing. What is it that I hope to see? that is instead replaced by a fear of what I cannot see? One Last Glance at the screen to deliver me from the ignorance that cloaks me in this thin yet unmistakable shroud of fear. Still nothing. Without ignorance there is no fear. All fear is ignorance. Who said that? I cannot remember. One Last Glance at the screen. Still nothing. My fearful mind invents its answers now, I'll not be ignorant though I do not know for I cannot see for still there's nothing. I begin to breed my reality, I have to believe that I know. Yet One Last Glance at the screen, for still I am looking. Still.

More normal blogs will follow. 11 hour shifts are not conducive to writing much, let alone the long-awaited 'You are not in trouble, No No.'