What can I write about, awww, jeez, why is the font now 12pt, when forever it is 10? At any rate, no matter how much it costs, nor how long it takes. I guess I will do it anyway. That is just how I manage things. So, to reiterate what I was speaking of earlier, not writing, but thinking. The plan is really an asset. I’ve always had a big plan, but never had little plans, and I think that may make a big difference. Because to achieve my big plan, things may take some time, and the first step to that big plan was perfecting the skill of trying, now that is something I am able to do, try. However, like Yoda says, I should do. To do things properly, you need a plan. Not to say I have ever been without a plan, but I haven’t been able to micro−size my plans to the point where I could enact them within a certain period of time. Take a story: A roughian named Aderick, found himself in the middle of nowhere. With no resources to speak of, this is the story of how he figured things out. First he came upon himself. He thought to himself, “Here I am. What am I?” Without answering his own question, he continued on to the next adventure. Passing the stone, passing the stream, passing the earth, he found himself next to a woman. After a few moments with the woman, they were together, he sharing his time, and she sharing her righteousness. She reminded him of the simple excitement of himself, through her own image. Although Aderick kept finding himself having a short attention span, the woman, Sramgy, kept him in line. Aderick left. His heart was with her, and with Her. Off to adventure, he went. Not too much was encountered at first, but soon, there was too much too handle. In fact, Aderick could hardly retell the tale if he were the narrator. You see, first came the animals. There were monkeys, giraffes, rhinos, you name, he saw them. For those amongst the suburbs, there were even squirrels. The boy Aderick came upon a monkey who had strayed from his path. The monkey had forsaken his own mind. The monkey had given his heart to a pathless female monkey, and couldn’t shake its direction. Aderick felt compassion for this little monkey. He beat his bongo, he danced the mambo, he knew he was the king. The problem was that this pathless monkey that had stole his heart, was not content to give it back even though she had given her own heart to so many other monkeys, there was hardly a trace of it left.Aderick knew if he were to save this little righteous monkey, whom Sramgy had foretold, he would have to illustrate an informative story to him. Dancing around, Aderick portrayed the story of the dot. The dot had found itself on the subway floor of a modern city subway car. Upon this car rode many passengers. Several of these passengers were characters from other stories written by other authors. One story in particular involved a couple wherein the boy broke up with a solemn woman. The woman though apparently sad, went on to join another man with a gleam in her eye. Aderick told the monkey this story, about how even though a little monkey can be depressed about a lost love monkey, there is always another car to take to the next station, as a metaphor of loves that one can have in one’s life. At this the little monkey scoffed. “Ha, I am Fahred, the monkey. Do not tell me about feelings. No matter what will come to pass. I will remain true to myself. I can survive depression, and I will live on to swilling coconut juice. Do not fear for me. Upon the ground I fall, and up off the ground I will rise as many monkeys have before me. I know.” Aderick, confused at this, was worried about the little monkey. He wished the little monkey’s woman would come to her senses. Fahred rose off the ground, and up into the air, he was no longer a monkey, but a god. He rose to monkey greatness, the world was his. He still loved his monkey girl, but he could love again and again. The saddest part of the story was that Fahred’s woman monkey could sense that he still loved her, except she couldn’t find her heart anywhere, and her heart beat so silently, she could not even tell if she were alive.