Behold! Another day is here.
This day is much like the previous day, and I’m sure that the day that comes after this current day will also be the same, if not similar. Sure, there will be some differences, but they will be immaterial until they are not immaterial, in which case they will then matter.
Maybe the differences will coalesce and become some sort of unfathomable beast that will require slaying, but who would want to do that? Maybe said beast would just want to be left alone so it can do its own thing and discover the world at its own pace.
If that is indeed the case, then who am I to interfere with such a thing? Do I really have a right to stop it and its movement and motivations and all of those other things?
Do I choose to trust such a beast? Well, yes, if it shows itself to not be malicious or mean or evil or all those other things. However, if it does not, then perhaps there would need to be some combat and restraining and a few other things that would need to be done so as to be able to ensure that it does not go on to wreak havoc, for if it did that, then there would be other issues to contend with.
There would be a lot that would need to be cleaned up and I don’t feel like doing much cleaning right now. I’d much rather not do any cleaning if I can avoid it and so I would much rather not have to do any cleaning as that would require effort, so the effort of combat would need to be undertaken so as to be able to better avoid a situation where there would need to be any cleaning.
Of course there would need to also be some sort of dialogue and debate before any combat, for any issues might be able to be resolved without the need for physical combat at all, and if so, then that would be a real delight as I’d much rather not get into a fight that involves the use of some sort of non-verbal assault. Then again, I’d rather no assault whatsoever as that isn’t that fun, if I am to be honest.
Well, maybe some people would find it fun, but I know that I would not find it fun.
Anyway, today is a day and tomorrow will be a day and yesterday was a day, but remains a day in the space known as “memory”, and I sit here and I try to not conjure any beasts as I’d rather not have to deal with any beasts, for they can be fearsome and I’m not in the mood for dealing with such as thing as it may mean I need to do some cleaning and I do not want to do any cleaning.
Maybe that will change, but right now no beasts so no worry about cleaning.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:18:97
Sometimes I write stuff like this.
There’s probably metaphor spread throughout all of this, but whatever that metaphor would be, I’ve no idea.
Written at home.