Numb Ears And Leather: An Improper Introduction

       There's really not much to say about myself. I mostly spend the full of my day meditating on ways I can become a pure, righteous, attentive entity. Not in a religious, pious way often attributed to this vein of conversation, but in a real "life can be a dick, but you don't have to" kind of way. To be successful, I search the deepest, ugliest recesses of  my being in hopes I will find the key that will allow me to forgive and accept my shortcomings.

       Meanwhile, back at the ranch, my newly minted altered-ego is on bended knee in the narrow corridor of my vast subconscious with lock-pics  and c-4 determined to rediscover the unlimited potential of all beings made in the image of The Eternal All.  My driving motivation is the primal desire not to suffer at the hands of those wisdom keepers not looking out for my best interest.  I personally desire the wisdom to avoid causing unnecessary injury or anguish to any and all life-forms. The Ego, bares no such restraints and seeks only to fulfill the purpose of his existence. Passionless and laser-focused, it forges ahead at a maniacal pace collecting and forwarding data to a yet unseen but definitely felt, mind vault nestled somewhere in the cosmos joining all realms. 

      My reward is an ever expanding awareness of all that is as well as bouts of disorientation and periods of readjustments to the quantum and dimensional leaps my mind takes at times, usually without warning. Lately, my body has begun to vibrate strangely as well. Sometimes, I swear I hear it humming... 

This is my journal.