These stories are for your pleasure. You can read them to your kids if you want.
Shall I live within my shell? asked a snail to another snail nearby. You shall live within the shell that you live in, answered back the snail. Shall I make my shell pretty, asked the snail to the other. What good would it do to make your shell pretty, as you only live inside of it. What if I made the inside of my shell pretty, asked the snail. Why not just make yourself pretty, answered the other snail. Why not just feel pretty, answered another one passing by. What if I want others to find me pretty, asked the snail. What if others don't find shells pretty, answered the other. But are shells not all snails can see, asked the snail. As long as you hide inside, it is all they will see, answered the other. Is it not a natural thing for snails to live in shells, asked the snail. I do not know about your nature, answered the other, I am just a goat, passing by. What are goats like, asked the snails. Come out of your shell and you may find out, answered the goat. Will I turn into a goat if I come out of my shell, asked the snail. There is only one way to find out, answered the goat, as it was leaving. So the snail left it's shell, and what do you know, it became a sheep. What will I become if I leave my shell, asked the other snail. There is only one way to find out answered the other sheep. So the other snail left it's shell, and what do you know, it became a wolf, and it ate the sheep.
Good morning people of the greater universe, the story I shall share, I will. And as I am, it is becoming part of your story. Where is this story going? Where are you going? Who will you be? Who are you? What does this mean? What does it mean to you, reading or listening. It means many things, but only one thing that matters. It means, that you are alone, alone with others. Alone to live until you die. That's it. Once you die, you will become the earth, that will become new life. That new life form, however, is not you. Like the seed that blows to become the plant where it fell, your body turns into all that earth turns into. The pathways are endless. What ever chain of event you follow, it will always get back to earth, or rock, or dust, or particles. That is our universe's destiny. The only destiny our future holds, is to disintegrate into dust, or particles of dust. A big bang started. Matter expanded. It still is. It created the fireworks that it did, but the expansion continues, and the significance keeps on diminishing. Disintegration will never stop. Our particles will become invisible. Our universe is disappearing. That is our only destiny, to transform into nothing.
Every time is the right time to do the right thing. What about the place, where is the right place? There is no place like home, and home is where you find comfort. Find comfort where you are, and follow your way to your destination. That's the only destiny you could hope for. And nothing else matters. Existence is key. Everything matters; including nothing.
You will only find what you are looking for, where it is located.
It is really happening.
Passion always matters, and passion is all it takes.
perfect technique should be a question/result of reflexes