Better, a bit weak, and thoughts.

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Oh, I know.  I'm going to push tomorrow or Monday.  I am going to do some work this weekend yet, and get cleaned up.


Been playing some games for longer than you have concern.  Recent and even more recent notions of what happens when you don't die, or die once.



I may well get life for this all, I've already had the chair.

It seemed so dark.  Each time it was, until I remembered far enough back, remembered how it was before, then remembered how far I had come.  The fog of separation from the dark to the light took an epic, that after having been here for so long before the trials and changes.  Be grateful you do not life over and again and for centuries at a time.

Later.