McL, then? Paving the path.

There's something enchanting in the fats pace of life which makes people stick to it, which makes them addicted to it and never, or at least hard to give it off... We keep whispering our mantras. Simultaneously, there is also something about it that keeps us going, that keeps us go with the flow... Just like these simple dots fall one after another. You enjoy it when you also have a pause to look up over what you've accomplished. Otherwise, there is no point in it, provided there's no time for reflection nor even a brief look back, you don't really appreciate it and see no sense other than an on-going, never-ending agody and a consuming, impoverishing, debilitating running about. This time it's not so much about the verbal ado, so to put it, but the sense I wish to convey. Unrestrained creating is what elevates your mood.