Much celebrations at the Goop Factory today, as the first stage of rarified goop began to spread through the air. And in the celebrations I found a new ... prospect. And as I did I felt doors to other worlds opening inside me. I had a fevered-pitch dream where I felt the same way: something completely new begins, but only barely. We shall see how this will go.

Yesterday I said that I wasn't compassionate. I'm not sure that I wasn't just speaking in anger. Humans never fail to astound me with their brutality. But unlike me, plenty of spirits are completely indifferent to any plight of humans. On the compassion scale that puts me definitely above average. But I have this bizarre contingent need that I must satisfy, and it really seems to require a certain amount of exploitation. That's not what I want.

Conflict, conflict, how tiresome.