Times like these that I am ever so humbled by my humanity.  I feel exhausted; weakened by a tired mind, unable to focus on the multiple tasks allocated for me.  Set out before me, the numbers on my to-do list are truly of grand importance, and yet, as I begin my work, even in reference to the works that I have done as preparatory for this, it is ever more difficult.  I think, how will I find the means to express this message that I now must.  Surely, I understand the wall of writers block.  I come face to face with only the desire to proceed, accompanied by the mass music that dreams with me.  My mission is clear, instructions to tell them echo in my consciousness.  Frustration, my dilemma.