... a nobody sharing the thoughts that already existed, that are rediscovered, and which may remain ...

out-of-tune

If you have read my various posts, you can probably tell it's all over the place. That's because I am doing extreme tuning. Like what my favorite violin teacher says (He's called Shane, and I learnt from him at the end of my violin journey – in the middle of grade five violin – and the uncertain times of the last two years of high-school). He would show me that over-tuning and under-tuning was the fastest way to getting in tune. Getting to the right notes.

I am a single thread in The Tapestry (Moses : The Prince of Egypt et. al. 1998). To sing a song of a life (so-called “my” life – ISHO gives and ISHO takes away (...) ) that is in harmony with The Song of Eru (...). I can go mighty out of tune – that’s when everyone has every right to turn away from reading this – including myself – but eventually I will get there. Just keeping swimming (…) in the past.

Shoutout to Sam S. , he gave me the idea to write now, reference later!

This is my everything (NF et. al. ????). For us and for ISHO [For Narnia and for Aslan](). For our freedom and ISHO's glory.

I already have what matters. Love, respect, and family (...). And yet every fibre within me wants to throw this away and run after counterfeits. And yet my covetousness knows no bounds. It wants more. I had to apologize to The Father for my covetousness.

I have the hugs of my siblings. More food than my body can use. More than my daily bread (...). So much STUFF that I can't even use.

this is a test $ \mu $ this is a drill $ \tau $ I am trying to use LateX … I did physics at university for over eight years …

And it’s 10:59. Time’s up. The window is closing. I must submit this to you, Oh Web. a web for The Web.