I don't believe in endings.

I like to walk out of rooms abruptly, without anyone knowing.

I like to not affect things that much with too much emotion, also, because too much emotion can actually be damaging.

Sometimes, I really have to hold my eyes tight to keep myself from crying.

I don't really know what I'm trying to say, other than that the "world" (if it were really ending) is not bearing of a species that can not become a space-faring species before our time is up.

I know that Lyra has habitable planets. Kepler-452b and Kepler-20f.

Two planets the same size as our own. Both orbiting suns, and both have a moon.

I also know "camps" could be built on Mars.

Nearby space stations, and nearby ships can be allocated outside of planets for resource management.

The world won't end, in my eyes.

I just k n o w our time is up -- but that doesn't really mean everyone's time is up.

I believe the Bible may have a number of a certain number of survivors -- and that Sananda is a prophecy.

I know that our war may not end -- but neither will we.

With the same XYZ of what always heals me in the future I have faith in the human race.

I've set some dates. I've made my ultimatum. I'm still right here.



BLS