i'm walking along, thinking, i wish we could know what is inevitable so we could avoid being shocked or disappointed, but of course then we wouldn't either be pleasantly surprised and we would probably be even more disconnected and not experiment or try anything, so it's better not to know, if we thought we could avoid the inevitable we'd end up avoiding everything like those people with the tight leashes and tunnel eyes, and we wouldn't be happy and would in fact create the inevitability. but so much effort goes into things that will get lost or stolen or die it's disheartening, i feel disheartened anyway, i spose it's my dark nature or my psychic wound like the shrinks say, and i too at low times, but isn't this a peculiar and particularly disheartening time? it seems we are just hell-bound to fail and do as much damage as possible while we got the chance. sad chance when it's made of the stuff of greed and hate. but then i happen to look down and burrowed in the grass mid-point is this message on a round white stone.