Hello 2009!

Hello. Why are you reading me?

I'm lonely, I'm looking for hope, for inspiration.

Ah, so glad you have contacted me.

Why? Do you have what I'm looking for?

We are communicating, we are two humans, therefore, you are not alone. Hope is the default behavior of the human heart, and I have such an abundance of inspiration, I will be long dead before all of it comes to fruition.

Wow!

See! And now you are inspired.

But now I want more!

I have more for you.

Give it to me.

Inspiration is not an object that can be handled, precisely. What do you want?

[There are 7 possible responses:]

1. To be physically gratified.
2. To feel ecstasy.
3. To have power.
4. To be able to love another.
5. To have insights.
6. To be conscious.
7. To be God.

Haha! My friend! To obtain any of these things, first you must be inspired!

Then give it to me!

It cannot be given.

Then why did you brag of having an abundance?

Because it is true.

Well! Then how did you get it?

It was within and everywhere naturally already. I aligned myself with it.

This mumbo-jumbo. I don't understand.

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Dialogue with anything more highly advanced than ourselves always only continues as far as we let it. This makes the discovery of inspiration an opening process that is as gentle as a flower blooming.

Flowers bloom!

We outlive the flower in the fall, and through the winter, we often pine for spring.

Life for me has seen its 33rd fall. I wait with wool socks on, congestion, and grim anticipation of several more months of work before the thaw comes.

But it will happen, and this year stands to offer many tidings. We may get our first dog, just to put some meet on the ribs of our family. As I said, inspiration sometimes seems lost in the weariness and sadness of our lives, but the direction of this cycle cannot be altered, and it is a good direction.

For lingering transgressions of selfishness and ego, particularly to whom my confounded mortality has been a burden, I confess my foolishness and promise a new commitment of goodwill and appreciation for the efforts you have made on my behalf.

To those special few who have had nothing but forgiveness in their hearts every day, my parents, Rhonda, Liz, and Tom. Affirmation to my spirit guides Amandi and Joe -- let my singleminded and playful nature find its voice in your essences.