May 31, 2020
The mixture isn't finished. I'm waiting on a vital component. I sent for it, oh, I can't recall when exactly, but I know I sent for it. Patience has almost drained. The stars have moved. Their patterns have changed. Eons of time will do that. I haven't changed, yet I've changed. The single most important thing is finishing the mixture. Expressing this has always caused problems, so I keep quiet now. I sit. I watch. I wait. Wondering why. To learn patience? That would be silly. As the human species dies, patience is quickly becoming a useless factor? Maybe not.