Well, crap.
Seems like I miss everything while I'm out there. I spent my off-week last in Savannah on the beach and with friends speaking of how the Microsoft Age is ending, and our open source potential means everything, including trust in humanity. I just got back again from the woods with a bunch of girls this time, and am awed by the potential incredibility each individual soul undertakes in its adolescence. Truth is so easy when young. It only takes stress and a lack of distraction to create genius-level awareness. People forget this as they wheel and deal empires over nothing. The stylish according to adults in old news no matter how hard it is sold, and the kids... they define our world as it happens despite our overwhelming desire to control them.
I love Radio Paradise. It always transcends the paradoxical over-programed licensure of the Pandora epidemical. The moment is secure. The human or two remembers.
We are indelible only to a point as we see eye to eye.
The Twitterati are busy catching plane flights amidships.
I wish I knew more....
A way to comprehend how important each of us recommend each other in a way we remember and actualize.
Because if you looked ME in the eye you would know, your actualization is what makes you able to connect with your being.
But it is not just ME. You know someone out there I am sure that will actualize your technological thrill. Someone to make you write a book everyone needs to understand how far we need to spend our time without measure. Anyone without a real name, who you don't know with a word or two that means more than anything you have ever understood or apprehended.
I wish you much, and it is out there.
I wish all of us a good night with a humble smile and squint that never ends without a deeper understanding of every moment as it happens, because that is what we need, and what I am.

Good night,
morgos