Going through all my scattered pages from journals remembered and scripture written on cave walls in blood in this bubble is quite tedious.. I guess I never realized how much I wrote since it was a passion of mine.
I've been dead long enough that I was able to break out of the loop I was in where I was writing my fingers bloody against cave walls as I had in the sweeps leading to my death of old age, and longer still since then. So it is easier now.