Glory To Thermodynamics In General

Glory to thermodynamics in general... and generation of heat in particular cuz yours truly spoiled with trappings of Western Civilization. How ideal I imagine to dwell in a self sufficient domicile, where thrum of the central heater... automatically activated upon advent of twilight, or self adjusted/regulated based on outside temperature since writer of these words thankfully linkedin to PECO grid, (counts CAP and LIHEAP programs for low income earners a dogsend), subsequently scribe of Schwenksville not resident within "smart home", nevertheless manually pressing button invites emulation of Donald Trump zippered smile, when mechanisms set in motion to spark convection currents warming cockles and muscles versus skin feeling cold and clammy. One anonymous *****sapien appreciates basking, and luxuriating, within climate controlled environment, whether bone chilling deep freeze when/where old man winter furiously blows frigid air into lovely bones of mine sets indentured jaws chattering, as on this dreary and rainy April 30th, 2023, or contrarily when sweltering hazy, humid and hot dawg days of summer necessitates setting air conditioner at refreshing sixty six degrees fahrenheit. I could never survive alone in the wilderness, which dependence on creature comforts inured me since birth, but all the more power to people (such as Dick Proenneke pronounced pren-icky) who lived off the grid, and minimize their carbon footprint. Truth be told, a non impactful lifestyle tantalizes, teases, titillates... yours truly, a garden variety generic human dependent I vow woolly admit on consonant contrivances and conveniences conditioned courtesy capitalistic consumeristic credo decrying his dependence upon flow of electrons, whereby flip of switch (rather than fight) when systems of a down fully functional instantaneously allows, enables, and provides electricity with absolute zero ability to stave off blackout attributed to sudden disruption regarding power outage linkedin with severe kickstarted meteorological phenomena or terroristic machinations (possibly even homegrown unrest) worst case scenario signaling the end of the webbed wide world reducing to rubble (think being bombed back into stone age) annihilating comp fur table trappings of twenty first century civilization forcing survivors to learn basic skills cooperation, integration, proletarian and utilitarian virtues altruistic, democratic, humanistic, mechanistic, and socratic zest begotten, distilled, and forged nsync with opposable thumb. Angst crimps existence generating dystopian thoughts despite countless factorial permutations, differentiations and combinations, this cyber surfer avails two alms boot Grinchian genes snatched such balms when tethered in utero umbilical connection, etched bromide, which hankering calms embryonic sensation this corporeal being lacks constantly subjected to exams from the school of hard knocks, which I bewail sets back and gloms mine aim to revel in blissful contentment but circumstances decreed otherwise cursing this chap tubby haunted exhibited by sweaty soles of feet and palms by veritable elfin grotto dwelling phantoms hovering over sweet clover dials a mirage where dreams comprise psychedelic qualms yes...Iris sieve blurbs from gals and guys that spans the world wide web, and exude premature ejaculatory ecstasy, puzzled if fie totally tubular trod a tedious trek along the boulevard of broken dreams. What happenstance oft finds thyself to flail amidst difficulty to maximize optimal opportunities searching for Holy Grail or whatever constitutes such lofty personal objective, perchance being hale and hearty of body, mind and spirit spurs the furies of fate tut test this primate while he aims to gallop with mighty industrial vim and vigor leaving a virtual cloud of dust, though mindfulness helps to pass go, and chance avoid jail time, then maybe monopolized feedback offered and accepted to this married caucasian nasty and shortish brute with one percent Neanderthal toothless though I possess gumption pseudo quasi-vegetarian enjoying poetry stone soup, yet also subsisting on supplementary vitamin and mineral packed glue tin free NON GMO fruity tall tales for a male thirty six years shy sans bing a centenarian, which span of life best cut short acquiring tetanus courtesy rusty nine inch nail hammered into faux coffin, cuz this impossible mission (aery faced nincompoop) doth turn pale at the prospect to fill up a space of land best utilized by twittering and tweeting birds - such as quail mongoose, or ibis (though aye ne'er saw one), where cremated ashes sail across some verdant plain under cerulean skies putting to rest every travail, which thoughts of dem eyes spells the main impetus explaining this rambling spiel warp and woof ova gauzy veil imperceptibly looms closer upon turrets of my digital sea faring gunwale unwittingly capsized courtesy Moby Dick sized whale, and thus desperation finds me pleading for salvation while swinging from vestigial yellowtail.