In following up with my previous sentimental feelings on the approaching execution of Kenneth Foster I cannot help but lose a little faith in humanity - certainly less faith within the segment of humanity invested within the state of Texas.

Still… the crux of this problem does not lie with the people. The average individual is rightly primarily concerned with their own well-being - and such is natural and cannot be contradicted in any lasting and meaningful fashion. The one thing that directs their energies towards non-selfish aspirations is inspiration and, sadly, this element has been deadened beneath the circumstances that hold Texans hostage in this saga.

In the stifling heat of the August month one finds little motivation to do much of anything, least of all revise one’s studies. The seconds just tick away and everytime one reaches for one’s books one finds that they are a whole lot less appealing than other things one could be doing.

Still… August is nearly over and my favourite month approaches, the month of September. Yes, I realize that the month will provide little respite in the first couple of weeks. It is not so much the temperature that gets me feeling positive about the month. Rather it is the increase of cloud cover in the sky and the consequent increase in the beauty of each moment the Sun ascends from or descends upon the horizon. It is a beautiful thing…

It may seem unusual to consider something as mundane as a pancake within the context of such grander things as ’society’ or even ‘life’. However, when one takes into consideration that even such seemingly mundane things make up our everyday lives, such comparisons become somewhat less meaningless.

When it comes down to it, one’s choice of ingredients, garments worn, activities partaken in, thoughts pondered upon, and so on, all serve to build the domestic element of that which we know to be our lives. Without the making of such choices gaps would become detectable within our characters.