Trilobite findings from the desert of Kalahari.

I always forget how beautiful Finland really is. Huge grass fields fenced by woods. Leaves everywhere. Green everywhere. Slight hilling. Plains as far as the woods fence them. But most of all the word that comes to my mind is tranquil. “Silence shrouds the forest as the birds announce the dawn”. But there is no necromancer here. No evils. Never the less, it is a rather silly place. Stupid people. Petty people. People.

Things are always the same where ever I go. It’s only variations of appearance. And for appearances sake are the greatest stupidities made. Can’t think. Doesn’t think. Won’t think. Most don’t think about themselves most the time. Most never. They do things because they are done. Never do they think why things are done that way. Or why they feel the way they feel, why they think the way they think.

I on the other hand am way better than the majority of most. After all… I AM a god. I think all the time, constantly. I always question my feelings, thoughts, actions, existence. I talk with me all the time, dialogue in my head. I let my mind take the roles of my friends, people that I know. I try to figure out the holes in my thoughts. “Where they go to the forest”, as we say in Finland. Keeps me on my toes and let’s me look things from another angle. Gives me perspective. And takes my mind on to whole new areas I didn’t think it could go.

Is that the secret to my smarts? I don’t know. What I do know is that it has made me make up some damn good excuses and combined with my fiendish good looks it has gotten my out of trouble many times. Damn I’m good.

Damn I get sidetracked easily.