I was shocked to see that it's been nearly a month since I've written in the forest. How is that possible? It feels like just yesterday. While in thought my writing instrument drew out a frame of mind that sort of crosses the line. Has God gotten so bored with our place in time that he's taking his game to a different level? I do it all the time. When I want Monopoly or any other board game to come to an end I will make mistakes on purpose just to let someone win. How is it nearly May of 2017 already? There are so many mile makers along the way that should be slowing us down but nothing seems to be creating mountains. We keep mowing down the possibility of a seed. To keep peace at heart without wandering my new search is for boredom. I love sitting in it. I love to stare at a blank wall with no photographs or paintings. Boredom is the only way I've been able to slow down time. Is this the reason why people of age don't like to sleep at night? They realized how fast time is moving so they want to participate with more ticks on the clock.