He is mighty to save.

Amen.



You know, it's difficult to know why you are the way you are, most especially if you hate or detest it.
And when you don't, you take that risk of exploiting it and making it to be rendered useless or lost; to find what fills the need to continually love who you are.

In one angle, it can't work that way. Maybe if that angle is the bottom line, where everything eventually sinks downward into; finding the root and Tartarus abyss.

Existential life is problematic. Go find a Mathematician to find the solution; simplifying life in the lowest terms.

Then go back to me and tell me all about it. I'm too tired and unintelligent to pretend I have the wisdom in this life, or that I am capable of being wise.

What.
In.
The.
World.

well, precisely that, the world.

Goodbye, you can find me either in Perelandra or Naboo, finding ways to utilize any spare ships I'm given; Resting, recuperating, R&R-ing

rada rada rada rada rada -cartoon network reference which cartoon title escapes me at this time-

I can go faint now; letting go. Bye.
.-.