I Have No Idea What This Is About

there was di­a­logue at one point. some­thing to do with the Future…or per­haps Contributions to Society. what­ev­er it was, it was heavy. at least I think so. she would re­late to me her in­se­cu­ri­ties about how to Contribute while still be­ing able to do what she want­ed to make her hap­py, or ful­filled or some­thing. I know i prob­a­bly men­tioned self-ac­tu­al­iza­tion. Its my copout for be­ing self­ish. all in the name of be­com­ing a com­plete per­son. or mebbe about Becoming One With the Universe, by be­ing com­plete­ly at­ten­u­at­ed from it. there are plen­ty of in­ter­est­ing bugs and flow­ers and sounds and smells out in left field with all the foul balls. i guess that is how it works. i don’t think she got the an­swer she want­ed. i don’t need that an­swer though, i don’t have a ques­tion. at least i don’t think i do. some­where there is a cack­ler point­ing in my gen­er­al di­rec­tion and mar­veling at the way i can run around in cir­cles and nev­er get bored. of course, they prob­a­bly don’t have my per­spec­tive, they can’t see the First Thing about the dreams of a dan­de­lion.