I find it difficult to do anything other than read, watch TV or play video games. There are many other things I need to do. It's become harder to make weekly phone calls to my mothers. My house is decaying. Rust on car needs to be addressed. The yards could use a mow.

I'm overwhelmed by the tasks before me. I do the minimum number of jobs that I can. It seems doing anything opens the door to endlessly doing the things that follow after it. I constantly engulf my self in narrative. To be not wasting my time as I avoid doing all the things I believe I should be doing.

This post is to show my mom how easy it is to post on a blog.

Hundreds of years ago the basic corporate charter was granted to allow a leg up for some businesses. Subjects of the grant paid for the privilege in ways outlined in these charters. As corporate charters have evolved, corporations, having increasing power have participated in determining the privileges and responsibilities of the charter, resulting in a a charter that grants too many privileges and not enough responsibilities.

The modern corporate charter needs to be re-written so the responsibilities of corporation balance the privileges granted to the entity.   

Doodle

There was a noise. She swiveled her head to locate it - behind and to the left. She faded forward, turning around sharply. He stepped out of the shadows. With light on his face he was older than she expected. Tireder.

They hadn't seen each other for years. Lifetimes, really. She'd thought it would work for a long time. Then it didn't. But that wasn't why she was here. It was a job. He'd gotten himself involved with an asteroid . Find an unexplored system, swoop in and 

I miss having someone to share the cries of my soul

Generally it's only when I'm in the company of other people that I am aware of being lonely. I think that may have been one of the sources of stress in my romantic relationships, that my beloved is the only one with whom I want to try and express these feelings that I hold so deep inside. It may be asking too much from another, that they be the repository of my angst.

This is another reason I should be writing consistently. Writing and introspection may be the only reasonable places to explore one's interior. And writing the only place to externalize these explorations without asking too much from another.

Story Idea - Soul Survival

Based on Taoist? idea that we don't automatically have a soul to survive our life, we have to develop one.

What if this is true? That most people that just drift along in their life do not leave behind a coherent soul that survives - it just kind of 'pops' and the essences that made up that individual return to the well of being. So there is this idea that through rigorous self-awareness, self-work and hewing to some path the soul is built up as a pearl builds around the the original irritation of a grit of sand.

The grit is the questions we all seem to be born with. What is the meaning of life? Why are we here? Why is there injustice? What should I do? And so on.

I always assumed that if there was anything to this idea the souls that were so created to continue on to another existence, whether on another plane, or incarnating in this world again were 'good' or value free. (Not a big believer in good and evil.) But what if these souls indeed follow a 'good' or 'evil' path? Or selfish or selfless - some sort of Manichean progress... And with each incarnation, if the work continues the souls become more powerful, more unfocussed? And this is where the good God and the evil Devil come from?

Not proposing this as a basis for religious belief, but it might make an interesting story...