I am flabbergasted at the level of interconnectedness I have and can make at the end of this short dreadful life. What to tell you, humbly? if you are smart but you have no real visions of a saint yet, just make shit up! the thing to keep in mind: everything is hell, we need hope. Being a writer is super duper and you can figure everything from your own life with it. You should still go walk in a forest at night though. And meditate. Try being vegetarian for a while, according to whomever you believe in. 

There are no words to tell you how very sweet my life has been for a year. Arthur will get an as quick enjoyment of bliss as I will truly have been blessed with in the end. It sucks truly, doesn't it? that it feels so unfair and short in the end? But fear not: we are eternal. All of us. Some eternally on earth , others who will actually one day be actually reborn on other planets. Think about that won't you? As for me, I am thinking that we can actually see everything from earth. You should have seen the clouds in the sky yesterday for 24 hours: real planete Lustre view of ethereal beauty. Yes, I now truly believe we can see everything from earth for a long long time.