ah. lately I've found that the only motivation for doing things is enjoyment or the feeling of time crushing me like those compactor walls in Star Wars where Princess Leia and Luke Skywalker are stuck in a garbage compactor. so I'm still with feet on ground, and I think that's good. cause I chose to be here, sometimes I find it disheartening to commit to the cause because everything I want others to understand is otherworldly seeming even though it happens right here on earth. or was that Indiana Jones?