[Morning Freewrite]
To go skiing.  In the snow.  To stay and write.  Something, somewhere.  I feel a buzz of creativity bubbling over within me.  Sing!  Sing!  The bauble flows.  Cauldron over under around.  It is a mind expansion.  Now, can we see something occurring that has never occurred before?

I wonder what this burst means.  And what I can do with it.  It feels powerful, tumultuous, rampant.  As if it could run me down, bury me at the same time a it moves me.  Like a wave - is this the way it feels to surf?  I see before me images layered over images - 'til only pieces of each exist.  I see a barrage of colours - orange and red and blue.

Taste the excitement of life?  Taste the colour.  There is something out there.  What is it that is moving on and on?  What do I feel?  What feeling do I have?

Computer thought.  We can build the scrapbook in php and then use that to generate our web pages.  I.e.: simply take the served pages and save them.  They'll be translated - you just have to use them, utilize them - make them free.

It's a software project and the final answer is not something hard to visualize but something easy.  Make something in source code and then compile it for the final visualization.

I see something that I haven't seen before.  Something new and strange and grand.  I've found it.  Here.  My mind is working, churning, moving, doing.  I see things that I've never seen before.  In my mind.  Through my mind.  On, over, in.  It's all there.  The gateway, the connection, the linkage.  Let's see....

How am I working?  Is it good for me to do something like a programming project?  Should I instead do something that is writing?  Both are creation.  I see.  I see.  I see not.

Mayhap I should go forth and make something of my life.  Perhaps I should make something that makes sense.  Perhaps.  Is there something here for me to see?  Or perhaps it's all just more smoke and mirrors.  This is it.  This is what I'm doing.  This is it.  Can it change at all?  Can it get any better than this?  Is there anything at all?

One page more.  With this page there is something that I have finished and might need to see.  How are we going to arrange this?  How do these things work and happen?  Can we make this come done?  I do not know.  Perhaps.  Perhaps.  Is there me within this, these?  Is there me within this life?  What can I see?  What has meaning?  Where are we going?  What is going on?  I see a path through woods - my thoughts diverge.  Can you see?  Can we see that anything is going on?

Once there was a wanderer who cared for people.  And coming into, coming through this valley he found other people.  Was this the what that people chose to live?  Do people live this way?  Which way?  Where?  When?  How?  What elements make a story more real?  The elements of inconsequential.  A small fact is there to add realism.  We see so much of it in our waking lives - small things that do not appear to relate.  Yet at the same time, most things do choose to relate.  Why can't it occur?  What can happen?  What can make life happen?

I see things.  Many things.  If only they made sense.  Sense.  If only they made more sense as a whole I would be happier.  Can't you see?  The wholistic part is what is grand.  When we can hold the entirety of the universe on yourself.  When the whole world is available.  When you can see that.  Is that not grand?  Is that not beautiful?  Is that not what we strive for?  Unity?  Oneness?  Connection to the whole?  I think somewhere within myself there's something that should have meaning.  I think I should be able to see it.  Why?  Have I seen it before?  Sensed it?  Read it?  Made it?  Been a part of it?  In this life?  Before this life?  Beyond life?  I do not know.  Can I know? 

This is why love is so special.  Because it is union.  It is together.  It is a combining of disparate parts into one whole.  We may still operate as individuals but reach out - there is a feeling there as well - a being separate, a being free.  Can you see?  See the end?  See the unity which flows?  This is why stories of independence are less than stories of romance - the illusion of unity.  But one can be unity by oneself - physically.  Seek out the bonds that are above the physical.  Beyond.  They exist to be found.  Utilized.

[End morning Freewrite]