Nobody's fault but your own. All one has to do is observe using their very own sensory array. I contend that boredom arises only when observation ceases. Considering the vastness of information across however many probabilistic existences there may be, it's just too obvious.

I've trekked around enough to feel ample satisfaction, not really needing to do anymore. The most memorable was kayaking amongst Orca in Johnstone Strait just off of Vancouver Island. Others include hiking west coast slopes... Some high country lakeshores... Some broken lands... Some pulverized lands... Even beneath some lands... And drifting over some lands, and waters... Wading clear waters skirting great sands... Floating rapids through rocky canyons... Camping on northwest coast...

The convicted felon in the White House is petulant when the bald-faced lies are called out. Finally managed to view video of this delightfully funny interview attempt. When he flounced off after having his lies easily challenged, it gave dimension to his incredibly thin, tinder skin.