For the past few months, possibly even years, I have been writing posts on my LinkedIn account. Why? Because I wanted to write to a specific audience I suppose. Business people. Colleagues, people I know, about things I want to share. With them. Perhaps I wanted an audience. Full stop. I know writing is something I enjoy doing. It's something that brings out thoughts and feelings and deposits them on the page and it's a way to form my ideas. I read a lot. It's part of the cycle I imagine. To complete the reading and the thinking. I also am very freeform. I am interested in so many things it's hard to know what I am a master of. I have just been to the space where they honor individuals and organisations with the Nobel Peace Prize. It's in Oslo. It's pretty small compared, I imagine, to the HQ for NATO. Overheard on a trip round the fjords a man said, 'Norway is the third largest exporter of weapons...' If that's true then it's kind of having one's cake and eating it isn't it? Feeding the animal that creates war and then praising those who try to make peace. Isn't that the truth though? There is no easy path forwards, it's fraught with madness. There is no sanity anywhere just shades of madness. Just the least mad person / culture / organisation? We have descended into a craziness now. Where nothing is what it seems and everyone is trying to find the exit. There is no way out. We have to stay within and stay clear. Stay focused on the mountaintop and keep ascending. The road is littered with rocks that are thrown as you try to pass. There's nothing to say about that. Except don't throw rocks along the way. Just don't throw rocks. Stay firm. Everyone is just trying to get along and the road is narrow. Just face forward. Walk. Walk. Walk. You will get blown about along the way. That's how you know you are reaching the summit. There are a lot of crosswinds at altitude until you break through that is. Hopefully.