It’s the simple pleasures that make life worth living.

Kona coffee, honey, dark chocolate torani sauce, dark chocolate almond milk and a nutty bar.

Simplicity.

Everything is simple.

Then we let stupid people complicate shit, typically because there’s a buck in it for them.

How simple is to share?

Not very complicated.

I have, you need, I give.

You have, I need, you give.

I don’t even need to use filler words.

How simple is it to make money?

That’s where the complexity happens.

Money is the root of not sharing.

Why share when get a buck or two?

Now, how do I take this knowledge and make it useful to others?

Buy commerical ad space for a year and it still won’t sink in for some people.

Anything else?

Well, you could tell people and let the hundredth monkey do it’s thing.

Oh, it’s on me is it.

How is it everything is on me?

Your God.

Oh. I really detest you right now.

But I get it, so I’ll start talking about it.

I will let the wind carry my words, fuck that.

As I speak the emotion and the thoughts that correspond go out like an orb across the universe nearly instaneously.

As I speak the world will get it in the subconscious and as they have a experiences it will bubble up.

Hence why every time we thought we discovered something more than one was on the path.

Share.

Sharing is caring. The Care bears got it right.

What happened to the Care bears?

You have access the mysteries of the universe and this is what you ask. What in the blue holy fuck is going on with you?

Does this mean you don’t know?

Yes. It’s trivial information, meaning only trivia nuts would even give a shit.

Gotcha.