What does it all mean? Why does it matter? We place such importance on dates and time, but isn’t this simply another manmade construct similar to religion? A way to compartmentalize and give us a sense of control and comfort?
December 1, 2025.
Dear Diary, I am falling into an abyss of darkness. Will it matter a year from now on December 1, 2026? Did it matter a year ago on December 1, 2024? Time will pass, whether we “notate” it or not.
After a long dark winter of dormancy and deep rest, the ice will gradually melt away, allowing for new growth. Light will shift, revealing soft hues that emerge gradually, offering a hopeful landscape.
Life will stir awake beneath the earth again.
Life is a continual process.
Life goes on with or without us.
Lost Art of Mystery 
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