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slender threads, the trains of thought

there are few things eye can think of that are compelling to me anymore…one of those things is thinking about thought, and how they channel the energies necessary to compel the world to move…not simple, small scale attempts at understanding, but grand and epic cosmic questions on the essence of growth…all link to each other in some way that lies unknown to most of us, concepts to foundation ideas to scaffolding to the structure itself, and yet we keep hitting the invisible wall that breaks the logical quest into mighty gaps in efficiency…emotional conflict, a self-possessed culture and society, and the butting of heads together is a constant volley of trauma…some few of us take it upon themselves to begin to solve these riddles, but too few of them really ever understand anything about any psyche other than their own…they begin to wield their mighty intellects like “strongarms” into the conversation with their brawny brains in tow…people who think they can defy good reason in minimizing another humans’ existence, how low are they traveling, and why do they think their experiential dilation allows them to stand dominant?…so many questions for this dying race, not a species dying out, but this eternal cycle of racing towards death…towards a finale that might never be as pretty as imagined, but then again, fear is what pushes against that invisible wall past all the silence…speeches are made with the forces it takes to break beyond this barrier, and some still do not hear the words that weigh heavily in these matters…a gracious submission to fate instead of ruling it by fist, a forceful consciousness that creates presence, and can affect this creative block in space through subversion…a subtle flow defying the common aura of close-minded negative energy clouding the vision for positive wavelengths that have nothing to do with betrayal or pain…though, it makes me wonder what it is that makes us addicted into going back and forth between pain and pleasure, between comfort and stasis on one hand, and hostility and hardship in the other…one acting as an object that can be put aside for other attentions, and the other acting as the splinter that is driven so deeply that it stays with the individual for a lifetime’s depth…it makes me wonder how far the threads of thought lead, and whether they rely upon the material, or whether the material relies upon the conceptualization…it is compelling to ponder these abstract notions, and not fail to understand how deeply something can be heard, becoming layered with the everything that seeps in everywhere here…chug-chug-choo-choo!…here comes another train, and this one I need to take…