History In A Capsule of A Man's Mind

I was having a difficult time sleeping and I fell into slumber, and then a fire engine drove by and woke me up.  I tried to dedicate myself to sleep again, but I, instead, came to coffee to get my writing done.  I am putting some pieces together, and now I see the path that the recording of history will take.  It will merge the mystical and the material, and will be a lot of sheer comedy and madness.  We put my Uncle Jim as the head of that department.  Maybe he has even tested despot reality and stayed as sane as any time jumper could do in front of our entire family.  It is time for him to have his own path.  He has raised his kids to the best of his ability, and he needs to develop in a chamber lacking judgment of his abilities and life choices.  He has waited a long time to rise, and he will do so magnificently, like a phoenix from the ashes.  My flattery will leave him flustered and a bit aggressive, but in the end, he will root the voices of his parents and his sister out of his head.  He needs privacy, not secrecy, to protect what he has earned along the way.  The agencies that have used and abused you will now try to drop you, but this note on the web is a boat to ALL reality.