05 January

So, bearing now in mind the many thoughts that must unfold, and make sense now anew, it seems, from that of old, how is one to motivate such tendencies to be the all one knows is so within, without a fear?

The difficulty has never been of understanding pure, the essence of the truth that one is bound to hold within a bosom strong and bold, of love aflame at will, but rather of the endless effort to reiterate at length those things which will make magic all dreams unfold.

Because it takes an effort unerring in its grasp of facts which, of a timeless nature, do inspire works of art, it is a daunting act of will, with thankless tasks, that heralds from above. And numbers few have patience learned to accept a vaster life than the one just now encountered upon which to hope for clues as to the progress of one’s efforts true.

You see, as one travels down the road and takes that middle path, there is, without a doubt, an absence of the highs and lows which would otherwise give measurement of movement made, if backwards all the same. And so, this middle path is bland to outer senses, and rewards are gained on higher realms than mortal souls perceive, and oftentimes a larger view necessitates if one would know of outcomes largely met centuries hence.

But onward must you strive, for there is naught but forward motion, and all is dead except for this, it’s true, and little can you do to thus avoid this path ’ere long; whatever is prolonged today is doubled in efforts made tomorrow for the same effect.

The road ahead is far from bleak, and this is stressed for you to understand the rich rewards in front of you. But now is not the time to talk of such great things. First the efforts made, and tenacity will brings to bear the brunt of all your journeying hard into the night; the more it’s so, the greater your eventual plight.