Some things being dug up.

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Belief?  Disbelief?  Accusations, stones thrown from the darkness?  Curiosity?  Understanding?  Who ever can be certain, save who is doing some things.  And they aren't saying anything.  Just... digging, pointing, but quietly.  Okay.  I just, again, am curating the wall of sound and thoughts being presented.

Sort of in some order.  Not... necessarily as I found them.  But, being presented with them, I found, or recognized, or believe there is an order to them.  So, have put them in a... sort of... chronological to my living through them order.  With... serious give and take.  Life really is circular.  I find myself coming back to that which hurts, confuses, teaches, or can't quite be understood at a given moment.  But... as best I recall, as these things happened or came to me.

She has some points.  But the moderns miss so many things in trying to dig for the truth in the past from the present.  As... often... non-believers.

Yes... well... someone is digging, thinking, contemplating.  Okay.  And... not... completely without merit.  Though, if to adjudicate or damn?  Or suggest ask?  I see that, from my perspective, they have some strong aspects of what I suggest, even hope, and the paths I have walked.  Is that the point or am I irrelevant to the message?  Even if what I suggest is right, good, and truths, I am irrelevant to those things.  They are their own, I merely am a party to them, it is hoped, wisely?

Difficult to iterate such things precisely.  That is my shot at it.  If you have questions, answers, solutions, doubts.  They are yours unless you share them.  Oh, if the spelling and grammar is off... I am so very tired.  It's so cool, cold actually.  I need to get a jacket, and some hot tea.  Might crash no matter what.  I'll... look this over later.  Have a great day.