Thoughts on life from atop the tumble dryer

Having spent the last few weeks recovering from my families stint in isolation from the unspoken illness we all so relish to vanquish, it has been with much clarity that I can now reflect upon life more clearly once again.

My thoughts ascended a bit higher than normal when I recently watched Netflix's ocean documentary 'Seaspiracy'. How I think we are all well intentioned and have some form of affinity for homeostasis with our local and global environment, yet our motivations and ability to do good and promote prosperity has to take a step back against the ever capitalistic nature of our individual positions within society as a whole.

I wish we could talk about financial implications of our daily activities from a perspective of balance and healthy confluence, but it is ever a shadow that drives all the good to spill in through the dark doors that are marked with 'Danger/Hazardous' signs.

But I am free to write about anything, far away from trading signals and boolean operators. Removed from talk of granulomas and sickle cell disease. Triumphant over the net worth and capital gains of a month that has now gone away. Free to write... but about what?

Maybe about the fabric of human consciousness and the quantum mechanical phenomena that can be found in normal physical events but only be defined in quantum theories. Oh if I could see the birds I would write about the plumage of their wings against the cold wind, how they fly like man wishes to in word and deed and act. Swim like salmon up ice cold rivers, past bulls and bears and fishing gear. Dreaming of a collective, hyperconscious super-bubble where we can all connect our brainstems to and communicate our thoughts and ideas simultaneously, but also the things that matter most to us. Family and people close to us that drift away on deep blue sees, or worries we carry with us that normally cannot be shared, fears of death, poverty and despair and yet the cycle seems ok to me.

To relish things like birthday cake and mid-afternoon tea. Blessings to catch the morning sun on warm, sunny days. While gifts and wishes come from far away, a more understandable version of me used to have time to appreciate trees, I remember them but now we care only for currency, the currency of life, love and wealth and everything else will just have to be as they are.

The clock says 37...ping...the clothes are dry.

All I have time for right now, gotta say goodbye!