continued babbling through computer concerns

if you haven't noticed by now, which you likely didn't if you just stopped by here in the last few moments as this entry sits as the latest entry for just these few moments), this is the third entry of a three part entry that you are starting to read so you might want to read the first and second entries in this night of babble but of course you are under no obligation to read any of this in chronological order even when several entries are all part of a single session of babble written in a single night or for any reason cuz time is relative but if you really wanted you you would take a year off and start at the beginning (of this blog, at least, which is also relative as there were other beginnings (which are not actually the beginnings of those blogs either) before this particular babbling blog's beginning and still earlier beginnings and more still lost in time and further back even more that pre-date the internet, but that may be more than you want to know (or have time for) which only goes to show that the best laid plans are not always what actually happens... in any case, welcome to part three of tonight's rendition of the old computer blues...

yeah, so as i was saying (or will), another entry begins as if the previous one never paused (because it almost actually didn't as the pauses came within the entry for various reasons and the starting of this second related entry was an impulsive act without clear reason (or rhyme, though rhyme may still come again and if it does, perhaps we are returning to the land of make-believe with a little help from the music in the mind and in spite of the lack of audio music due to the continuing full scan we do not want to interrupt or interfere with as it now says three hours remaining and the loss of the tapes along the way, sigh, still waiting for the end of the betrayal of trust and respect given to the friend in toronto that she may or may not have promised as she repeatedly claimed she meant no harm in spite of all the devastating harm she did, but we are not going back there just now even if that disappoints her and the rest of the humans feeding off the drama and tragedy that is so much a part of the current human existence)...

this is the song for the world for the one and for you
if you let it get through to the heart of your soul
and let go of the fears that bring pretentious airs
and create the delusion that you are in control
of a life that is so far beyond your control
if you open your eyes to see what is true
the big picture is laid out for all to see
but the seeing is a choice that is up to you

can you open your mind to everything
can you see past your fears of what might be
can you let go of the delusion of control
can you find the heart of your soul
can you know the heart of your soul
can you be the heart of your soul

can you accept that everything you do is your choice
can you realize that god is within your own voice
can you move past your fears and take responsibility
for everything you do in reality
you choose everything you do in reality
you are everything you do in reality

you don't have to follow the majority
you don't have to conform to find security
you don't have to accept anyone's fantasy
you can create your own reality

this is the song for the world for the one and for you
if you let it get through to the heart of your soul
and let go of the fears that bring pretentious airs
and create the delusion that you are in control
of a life that is so far beyond your control
if you open your eyes to see what is true
the big picture is laid out for all to see
but the seeing is a choice that is up to you
and the full scan says it has two hours remaining as if these computer time frames have actual meaning in the time line of the life we live, but the good news is that the computer remains on and continues to accept the scan and this notepad continues to accept more words and seems to be saving ok as we approach 500,000 files scanned as the scan says it is 43% completed and even as that continues i am still wondering if there's anybody going to listen to my story all about the girl that went away and other such stories that used to be written in rhyme and might have been known well beyond the few who've read me over the years if only i connected with a musical collaborator all those years ago (and if the original website was not deleted by att, the links would be popping up left and right around her, no doubt... alas, all the tired horses in the sun, and all the lost words and lost tapes to the betrayal of trust... sigh), but we can't always get what we want and even if we try sometimes, we just may not find what we need so the only choice left is to realize we need a whole lot less than we might think we need because it is so easy to be fooled by powerful desires...