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the genius of working out the problem is all of those facets that come to light as the quest and journey is fully undertaken, but more information passes by than any one person would realize as they explore all the varying aspects in formulating one’s own theories as in what practical relevance these variations do exist, allowing for social interaction without self-preservation kicking into full gear in the pursuit of a happily perfected opinion among those with shattered perceptions… the stewing juices that slosh around after falling from the sky as grey dots swirling emitting water as rain when the soft liquid moves through all the trenches and tunnels to release itself as erosive behavior, the slow earthen digestion as it tumbles us about in our focused cognizant dance from one problem to another as the floor cracks open beneath and now bearing fruit of the divide to one observing the lines as they break away from pleased standard thought, but no rhythm to steady the trail as the mind i am leaps upon a new blank strand as though like a beach filled with sand in wading through tidal waves as time is allowed to pass… eyes that fare a far better feast for the pleasing grasp of conscious visual stimulation instead of this bitter screen empty except for all its colored whiteness, vain with black scrawl across in neat efficient symbols made by hand as details pour from the uttered words that bare no known inclusion of any or all patterns of speech as fingertips glide and type at keys like no lips ever to express, but where the willed way cuts meta-theoretical stone from which the solid existence of everything is built is where the narrowed pursuit of opportunity is emboldened path as the resistance becomes like fertile ground yielding argumentative spirits as they rise to the surface occasion while the supporting and stabilization come later as a sincere manifesting quality in creating positive results from where there was formerly empty except an undefined neutral descriptive of the grey area from which all of this stark reality is some blend of… we can seek to know of this grey area that is wholly alien to these banal creatures locked in exploiting certainty for all it is worth, but not without tribulations as necessary to try reaching those very specific goals as some would prefer idealization of a system in place to a further evolution understanding what could make things better, though it is a question to this omniscient authority as to what the source and demand in as much as the reception of this “better” would care to mean to who in particular Here as we all vie for the dominance struggle in one way or another… sometimes we are left in exploring the same steps repeatedly until the end of the path is in a faltering idea of what perfection needs to mean in order to succeed, leading astray those others who are following us too closely so as to be monitored by them as effective lemmings off the cliff of an all-consuming curiosity to become much more than that which one is naturally, and it is this demand for infinite growth that takes us beyond the fettered switches that take the place of many real people turning on and off for the self-satisfying knowledge of futility just as the negative result comes to creep into our worries and fears… greeting the dastardly daylight with a warm gun on hand to effectively blunt the damage others are capable of inflicting without flinching to add a lack of compassion to our list of the mechanical actions taken, the stiff of competition all superficial in competence trying to work the animal cunning to make something from the nothing that gifts us with incredulity and insolence as mighty the bitter doubts can wash over trust, and this affects the coagulating community vibration that tingles its’ way down the spine to expand inside throughout the human form kept coveted by the owner as a precious little jewel in the mist of this creature’s cognizance that delegates the orders from a herking-jerking ego enmeshed with the best and worst of who we are from both sets of genes to be both before and after today… not a whole lot of change to loose from an ego-rich economy boosting a consistent currency for which we might slave away for a wage perhaps that bridges the gap to barter for our shiniest trinkets yet, more to be produced always coming through like hard rain for which there are no umbrellas to aid in shedding the watery waves that drain the living will of its’ essence in caging matter to a bounded finite lifetime Here, but what comes must also be going as the window of opportunity is naturally open for only so long before the agents of the day arrive to inform you of a critical nature that swirls in tandem with the manmade laws used to snare human life from a generous abode where the light always finds a way to shine on the dark and hollow human interior many decide to be always inferior to the superior mindset of a damned intellectual intent thrusting out all things to be known through ignorance…