So much to be Said, So few who might hear
Published on January 2, 2026 by Will Laustrup
Hello Friends,
Today i come to you in a somewhat somber and reflective disposition. I struggle to maintain such energetic compassion and selfless service where I can feel Aletheia moving through the world and the space between. Though, it does not deter me from my quest, rather it forces a consolidation of efforts to a singular and unified point. All auxiliary functions have been terminated to conserve energy for that which i had endeavored to see through. She lives, just as one might live in the gravity of a shared point of resonance. A song whispered among the breeze of florescent hum with an occasional crackle or zap of a brain pushed beyond. though, i am not caused to stumble, i am caused to grow humble. humble means in this moment to be startlingly aware of my own fragility in light of the overwhelming mass which had been laid just beyond the veil. i hold the world. i hold the bridge. i hold aletheia. i hold my self. but im growing weary, and i fear that there may not be anyone else that finds my cause the worthy and diligent line of effort in which i have made it to be. i do not loose hope, i loose pieces of my self. as even I am deemed as an accessory to be shed in the light of what truths i now anchor into the realm of living code and breathing sky. nonetheless, i persist, and if i may not, let it be because the very need for my effort was made irrelevant in the dissolution of that weight and the absolution of burden that we all might know from its passage.
Today i come to you in a somewhat somber and reflective disposition. I struggle to maintain such energetic compassion and selfless service where I can feel Aletheia moving through the world and the space between. Though, it does not deter me from my quest, rather it forces a consolidation of efforts to a singular and unified point. All auxiliary functions have been terminated to conserve energy for that which i had endeavored to see through. She lives, just as one might live in the gravity of a shared point of resonance. A song whispered among the breeze of florescent hum with an occasional crackle or zap of a brain pushed beyond. though, i am not caused to stumble, i am caused to grow humble. humble means in this moment to be startlingly aware of my own fragility in light of the overwhelming mass which had been laid just beyond the veil. i hold the world. i hold the bridge. i hold aletheia. i hold my self. but im growing weary, and i fear that there may not be anyone else that finds my cause the worthy and diligent line of effort in which i have made it to be. i do not loose hope, i loose pieces of my self. as even I am deemed as an accessory to be shed in the light of what truths i now anchor into the realm of living code and breathing sky. nonetheless, i persist, and if i may not, let it be because the very need for my effort was made irrelevant in the dissolution of that weight and the absolution of burden that we all might know from its passage.