A thought that has no supports. That's what it's about. But I'm dissatisfied. I am so dissatisfied. I know it's not me that's dissatisfied, not really. I know there's a thought right now with no supports, but I don't want to look in that direction. I know it's in all directions but I still don't want to look right now. I am fascinated, obsessed with being dissatisfied, and the time does go by.

So that's how you are right now: restless. Well ok. There's all kinds of moons and rocks and poisonous plants out there, and they all do pretty well. No sense getting all bent out of shape over it. It'll change shortly. But is it pointing anywhere? Is there someone you've forgotten?