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"content": "The Wheel of the Seasons has turned yet again. Man, every day just goes by a little more quickly than the last...it's the fascinating process we call aging, somehow the fluid of of our consciousness flows a little more quickly with each passing year, and if we're lucky, we still manage to navigate the waters. It seems like just yesterday I was a boy in a classroom wondering why the niglets couldn't count. Today I'm a man, having traded life's most precious commodity for experience, knowledge, wisdom, and physical strength. A worthy trade, no doubt. At least today, I know WHY the niglets can't count.\n\nSpring is here. Another season has come and gone, and once again, I missed the opportunity to even write about one of them. I was so busy during Winter that it's now completely in the rear view mirror, and I hate that I didn't even get to say anything about it. Such is life, though. I would rather be so busy that I have to backburner some things and feel guilty about it. I like being busy, and that's the kind of White guilt I can get behind. We're an infectiously productive people, and I want to keep it that way.\n\nFor weeks now, seedlings have been planted at their appointed times, some already in the ground, some awaiting their proud day in the Sun (looking at you, tomatoes, peppers, and squashes), but the herbs are already re-emerging from their root systems, having barely survived another year, and stock is being taken of which ones didn't make it. We proved yet again that groundhogs are stupid niggers, the Sun is shining, the trees are budding, and slowly overwintered plants are making their way back outdoors. The garlic is ready to go, kicking more ass than all of them, proving once again that productivity and repelling jews go hand in hand. The animals are making babies, and hopefully the White folks are too, and the world is once again being reborn.\n\nThe cyclical nature of life is comforting, the love of nostalgia intertwines with comforting constants to produce an energy that sustains us. Some things never change, and all the living things around me are determined to remind me of that. Even the jews that seem to be getting jewier every day are just part of a larger cycle of obnoxiousness and reprehension, pogroms, and yeeting that has gone on for time immemorial. It's nice to know some things aren't a question of \"if\", but of \"when\".\n\nWhen is what I'd like to talk about today, and that magical personal alchemy that is fueled by the passage of time. Sure, as we get older, things get a little harder. The fluid of existence slips through our consciousness with a faster current every year, but the function never changes. Time is input into the function of our selves, and the product expelled is up to us. That's what Spring and its potential is all about, and that's what your life is all about.\n\nWhat are you going to do with your time this year? My constant goal is that transmutation mentioned in my initial statements - to bend the fuel of time to my will, and use the catalyst of my imagination to become something better than I was before the time passed through me. Did I learn something? Did I teach something? Did I build something? Of myself? To leave behind? Did I make a mark somewhere with that time?\n\nMarking the universe is man's guaranteed taste of immortality. With faith we know in our hearts of other possibilities and believe them with every fiber of our being, but can we really call it a guarantee? Whatever the purpose of existence is, it is surely possessed of one, and when we get reborn this season we must ask ourselves what that mark we're going to leave is. Whether you etch it on your heart, your mind, your body, or your world, it's the thing you control, the reason God gave you free will. Exercise that power, and don't squander it.\n\nYou may not be a creator like the One that Created You, but His spark is inside you, and it was meant to burn. As the world bursts forth with life, so too, should you. Don't hide inside from it, step into it and be a part of it, and watch how it fuels you. Watch the things you could do that you wouldn't have dared to dream had you stayed inside the comfort and security of your life giving shelter. With the fuel of life and possibility all around you, the fuel of time into your inner forge, you can do what you set your mind to, and transform yourself, and the world, forever.\n\nThis Spring, that's my only message to my Folk. Remember what you are, an engine, a forge, an armillary, a compass, a kiln, a map, an oven (for jew disposal), a hammer to bend things to your will and an anvil to break things upon it, and take the energy of life, the light of new days, and the fire of eternity that lives inside you, ride the currents of time, and at their terminal point, one day, nothing will remain but a masterpiece.\n\nWishing a Joyous Spring to all the Poasters,\n\nThe Poaftmafter",
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