Not good at writing post-start (of the day). Thinking will complete/tend to fizzle out of care. Below half-a-begin. Seemed too gripe riddled. Only wanted to say, and tell m'self; less all but = more -and- God's after our stay on the contact and be present with.

Happened upon another post and Beyond Reach. Rarely read-back. Encouraged along with this and holding into the latest 'Rees H' type boundaries by the clock.

Must to-win, not look at the screen except click on a song and an obsessive habit, in re-scanning a six or so diet of websites. Nuts, because they don't post so often. Helps. Somehow. For now.

And now is God's time and interest. Today and the connect. This next hour. No promising later and once on a desert island etc. Attention not any-which-way otherwise is a challenge. Even typing about and here/this.

The buzzing birds, trouble comes/fall away and cares here/more... there -- need ploughing out.

Time in, reap on.

Simple and most demanding. Self-deceptive, prone to underestimate, the crux of battling and all our accessible opportunity. Describes the one-thing might do and make the best of life.

Remain in...

On the negative, yet grateful -- run to, out of boredom. Our insipid stupidity and self-aggrandisement make me wanna gag. Foolish... grandstanding and virtue signal in sound sensible, that couldn't be... stupid-er. Live in a world that doesn't hide its madness. Supposed looking most reasonable/most sick-with themselves. Refusal to wake. Proud to believe the system benign enough to hold up a while. Disconnect from the crashing.

We reflect our vision.

What? God asks for is our attention. Difficult to do.