Dec 1, 2020
The diary is becoming my greatest tool. With a silent mind or in a quiet room I lay out my will. To leave bread crumbs in the forest brings creatures of ineffable description. Never as imagined but always as requested, undeniable in perspective, yet madness if revealed. My mind looks and the universe reveals, yes. But when my mind has forgotten, who is pulling the strings? Questions never to be answered yet abilities to be exploited. Maintain the strings that connect and thread the next to strengthen. Mansoul listens, Master Builders play, leave you requests and watch the set display.