text: I have been assigned to; Earth. This news has still not completely sunk in. Earth. The most chaotic and frustrating of our observation planets. I was so sure I was going to receive one of my top three choices. Earth, by the way, was not on my list. It is never on anyone’s list, aside from the most divergent and eccentric of our number, and those, purely by our superior nature, are few and far between. It was one of their kind that found Earth in the first place, I mean really! Who thought sticking their nose into quadrant Tempo Gala 0.4 was a good idea? So new, so volatile, so underdeveloped. I have spent my training dedicated to the songs of the Haphstations, the light shows of the Nexlar, the stealthy games of Velith, all eons of journeys old, all established, all fascinating in their patterns, and steady rhythms in harmony with the universe, with order. Hundreds of journeys spent in the temples of our worlds, studying, seeking the patterns, seeking the comfort of repetition and harmony. “Steady and well-paced.” That is what I am known for, that is the epitome of our order. We watch, we catalog, we seek order and stability. Sure we vie with each other from time to time, especially those of us hoping to join the highest ranks of our temples and become an “Observation Curator”, overseeing worlds, highlighting the best of those simple beings striving to see the patterns. The most powerful Curators oversee the most magnificent planets, heralded for their careful deductions of the patterns within those civilizations. Seeing what will be, carefully aiding those who seek uniformity and harmony, to further raise their knowledge of the gift of clarity and knowing, for all on their world. It is our greatest honor. One that I will ascend to. Maybe that is why I have been relegated to Earth. Pah! I can barely even write the word without feeling anger! An emotion thought purged in my lower journeys. A chaotic emotion, out of step with the patterns and harmonies, an unbound emotion. I will not succumb to it. My fellow junior watchers, they are the reason I am here. All because I reported a divergent chaotic unbound learner, in our midst. Allarik, hmph. They did not deserve to move forward and become a Junior Watcher, not yet. Perhaps because of my faithful intervention, Allarik will one day ascend into the Watcher ranks, having learned to better control that chaos that appears to follow them everywhere they go. No, I was recognized for my actions in dealing with that one. The rest of my peers commended my actions as a necessary step. Too many Observers of Knowledge at the Temples ignored Allarik’s behavior. “Simply immature, not enough journeys, but a keen mind for observing the harmonies.” That was their defense. Ha! And yet, here I am, Earth. This chaotic, unbound, unbridled, violent, overpopulated planet. Of all the trillions of worlds we have chosen to observe, there are few so stuffed full of species, so much; variety, so little space. Why this speck was ever added to our chosen is beyond me. It must have something to do with the one who found it. *Reminder;* check the melodies for who found Earth and which Curators thought it wise to add it to our chosen. Though, when I’ll get back to even check for that information is beyond me. I am to “remain at my post until called back. Observe; reflect; seek the harmonies; seek the knowledge.” Here! The harmonies are not present on such a volatile speck. Well, complaining never did anyone any good. It is a waste of harmony. I am here, and here I am. All first postings last many journeys and I knew that when I chose this path. I will make the best of this; situation. It is still the same cycle, or day, they call it here, day, quaint. So this shall continue Log #1. I have visited the Observation Park, the Lower Curators have provided me with my first observation specimen. I have yet to review; the bracket sits before me, the pale gold fire of the dominant species on this planet, humans. Violent, small, things. My assigned Lower Curator thought my arrival here was amusing, in fact, my interaction with all the Notations on the Observation Deck was concerning. A certain level of disorder, individuality, flair even, was detectable. Most concerning. *Reminder;* send observations from Lower Deck arrival back to Observation Temple with report #1, when complete. Such deviance cannot be permitted. These Lower Curators are our mentors, our guides during our first steps into Observation, they cannot be allowed to wander from The Harmonies. Order above all things must be maintained. Perhaps, that is why I am here. To bring order, my Temple Teachers were most impressed with my steady intellect and adherence to the Passages of One Song. Yes, that must be it. Why else would I be wasted on such a noisy speck of a planet? Already the cacophony of noise gives me a constant headache. So many creatures. I do not know how they bare it. Well then, my specimen: Immediate notes: Name: 84 Journeys: 38 Mated No outputs Notable oddities; has what is called a dog. Seems to be the couple's main focus instead of creating any outputs of their own. Lives in a particularly northern part of this speck. Great. No major dwellings for miles. So, I have been shunted into chaos, to watch a specimen of a brutal stunted race, and I am not even near a large populated area. Wonderful. I must perform my meditations, this whole situation has caused me to lose my harmony, I am feeling very perplexed.