Problem solving.

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To be sure, the title is, when all else is understood within our means, the derivative of life.  The dead and unliving have no such need or desire.  For the living, there is nothing else.  Essentially, everything is a problem.  It starts with simply breathing, then obtaining fluid, then eating, then mating.  Every step is one step further toward another few moments of life, but no guarantee of even that.  Life, you see, is an anomaly.  It, technically, shouldn't exist.  And, for the most part, it doesn't.

When you look at each stage of life, from the very simple to the most complex, you notice a number of things.  I won't call them stages of evolution for I have seen no, zero, proof of evolution.  I have not seen, or heard of, one single species that morphed, then replaced what it had been.  Actually, I haven't seen how a "family" tree actually works.  Humans from apes?  Really?  Humans, even further, from dolphins?  It isn't even belief, and newer found than my understandings of science, faith that leads me to doubt evolution.  It is actually my faith in actual science that leads me to doubt evolution.  It's funny how modern 'scienceophiles' have more faith, usually in what they don't understand, than most Christians have in their own God.  Sort of cute, actually.  Science isn't about faith, but about evidence, conclusions, and a mechanical secular viewing of reality.  Oh well.

Anyway... back to the issue.  Problem solving is what I do when I am doing what I want to be doing.  It isn't work, or play, so much as finding the optimal path to a solution.  Most of my simple things have been solved.  Food and water, mostly, are tended.  I have a means of protecting myself from the heat and cold, rain and sun, etc.  I have a few creatures with whom I may offer love.  Not human.  At some point, you have what you have and must learn to accept it.

So, lately, I have been thinking through problems.  Again.  I quit for a bit.  When I realized that a move to Alaska is probably going to be required, as I refuse to remain where the state has such access so as to take away my license, refuse to allow me to pay for my own doctor while allowing medication access, and such... I have been... pouting?  Not that, or not just that.  It has been difficult to focus.  The cave (my home) isn't that interesting.  Getting up and out is difficult, both because of the situation I face and the lack of medication... if that latter is double edged.  When I am better, off medication, I am much better.  When I am worse, though too, I am much worse.

As I have suggested, I am coming back into the game.  Little things, some short term.  Something as simple as a chair.  I don't want them with arm rests... or I end up resting my arms to the point of suffering.  While only weight 280, I need chairs that can handle much more, for some reason.  That is on the way.  Taking care of climbing is also a means of doing some tree work.  Though I could go ahead with some of the tree work that doesn't need it.  However, I have to be in the condition to do so.  I haven't been.  However, that does seem to be turning around.  Though the heat will be an issue.  Lots of things, coming and going, turning off, turning down, being tinkered with.  I am even going back on the over the counter stuff, and planning to buy compression gear to help remove fluid.  All had been let go, for a bit too long.  I'll have to do some work to get things back in line.  But... that is what is beginning.  Ugh.

For now I have a t-bone to eat.  Later.