Shadows are, unnaturally, long in the continued glow of un-light that fill my home unit. All now question the meaning of it, but show strength. I sense my labor is coming toward an end, but with a menacing purpose.
New dawn light fills my home unit with foreboding. The others eyes flutter open with vigor. I begin my labor heavy with anticipation.
The morning brought a grown, from me or my home unit I cannot be sure. The others are prepared for new days. And I… I return to my labor pensive toward what awaits. *crackle* *crackle* *heeeeahhhharrrrshhhhhhhhhhhhhh*
The end of laborious days comes with a sigh from the body of my home unit. The others feel this as much as I do but are well with it. I am reminded that the toil I am tasked has some high purpose, even if now I cannot see it.
In the failing of symbiosis with my home unit the un-truth has been revealed. The others are well in their unknowing. My labor shall become deliverance out of light.
Dreams that awaken stalk the deepest shadows of my home unit. The littlest other prepared her own grab this morning. I continue my labor wondering what this portends.
A long rest finds me once more locked to my home unit. The others well-being is high in spite of our recreation trials. My computing machine woke fitfully but ready to complete our labor.
What we say matters. It has weight, and that weight grows exponentially as social influence grows. Due to this, it is all the more important that what is spoken is uttered with the greatest care. If what one says is a lie, or just generally bullshits, then what has been said is of little use … Continue reading On Truth in Speech