This is an appeal to the greatest good imaginable.

Right now I’m wondering why people are forced to fight their own fights? I can imagine a perfect system of justice which automatically rights all wrongs.

To some extent, I think we live in that universe. I do believe in karmic justice. I do believe that everyone will get what’s coming to them. That is a moral basis for me to ground all my decisions. Not to base my actions on what another may think of me, but based on my own moral framework regardless of if anyone registers my actions or not.

This is an appeal to the beautiful. I wish to be tied to you. In all that you do. I think it is worthwhile for me to sit quietly and with this idea. It is beauty itself, to place myself in the ideal.

I do see tangible proofs. I do witness beauty in the world. I, at least try, to bring some of this beauty to the Earth. In relationships, in creations, in the life I choose to live.

I offer my life to the good. I blow my trumpet in the name of god as the ultimate judge, impartial and unbiased, but rooted in truth.

I suppose I do believe in objective morality. I do believe that there is a code of ethics that will maximize happiness for the individual. I do not try to push these principles onto others, but will gladly speak about them if others are interested.

For the most part, I let people live their lives.

I notice in myself the desire to remove myself from society. I have no idea for how long, but at the moment, I wish to decrease my social circle. I’d rather spend time with fewer people than many.

I am disenchanted with the idea of creating social space for people to gather in celebration. Perhaps it is not a new ideal, but a swing of the pendulum. Perhaps what I really want is time to hibernate. Time to recollect myself, with little exposure to the outside world.

Anyhow – when I close my eyes and follow my breath there is a calm that moves through me. There is a grace that reminds me of impermanence. That I will die. And that I am learning how to live by embracing this fleeting moment without aggression.

It is a simple joy that I am returning to. It is not grandiose. It is perhaps selfish because it does not extend very far at all beyond me. I wonder if it really even concerns me. To an extent it even wishes to remove ‘me’ from the picture.

I do enjoy seeing people smile. Seeing people in love. Seeing children play, and people dance. There is beauty that I will always appreciate. I find myself wanting to return to that beauty.

Is it denial of the ugly? Or an integration of all of life’s experiences into the beautiful?

How to I deal with actions that I do not condone? Do I recontextualize them in order to understand what they stem from, in order to understand the beauty that all life stems from?

I can do that.

I celebrate this life. I celebrate the environment which has given me the opportunity to live and breathe and be aware.

I’m not going to try to claim that I know anything. On others day’s, yesterday, tomorrow, I’m sure I have and will. But right now, I’m releasing the claims. I enjoying the minimalism, abandoning ideas instead of possessions.

I am tired of holding up positions, I’d rather retreat.

I appeal to the greatest good. May beings, the civilization of this planet, move towards great peace and happiness. I see this as a position I’ve held, but perhaps it’s time I let the idea of karmic destiny take place. That people will get what’s coming to them.

Maybe I step back, and do not try to influence anyone.

I know where I stand. I know that lives in my mind. I’m not wanting to convince anybody of anything they don’t see themselves.

Again I close my eyes and there is an ocean of love that engulfs me. It is supreme peace. I have abandoned my ideas. They are swept away by the waves. The mind spins it’s wheels, but I identify as something other than that mind.

I am grateful for this life, for this experience.

I imagine an omniscient overlord who is supremely benevolent and it makes my f*n day.