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a taste of the skandha-loss…

fear and loathing at the beasts we can become when the god awful within us enacts these ways to make an active life passive as distraught from the ache of failure catches us all off-guard in ways these trials in tribulation accumulates stress and a humbling spirit razed from the past through the weary integration of all a humanity can contain as vessel and receptacle of information both superstitious and practical culled from all sources and experiences to transmit the soul through the ethers on into this real time state, and tradition holds keys as much gates to other perceptual doors opening further into the cosmos refined by our consciousness collecting and sorting out the details of these stories captured in cosmic amber like the natural saps dripping as we have always been as the energetic flows through us to create this perceptual world surrounding our subjective discretion, as interpreting and incorporating each piece that works in our personal puzzle left unfinished by conception as we are all born and die in such surreal errs of humility and humble acceptance in what we cannot change by our will alone while researching the means to escape from those systems to which we feel entrapped caught by our ideals reacting to the growing infestation of knowledge once it is learned and assimilated… a decision conceived of in part by systems in place before we ever arrived Here whose concern consumes us because we say we do not have the time nor space for such trivial arguments while struggling with our current life state even as we are to realize sometimes too late that it is the correlation a ship guiding our divided fates through this see of humanity waving holy raving and rioting in the streets for an actual better display of equality to be the reality, the fires of changing things through the instrument of these god machines we have worked at perfecting for ages by now but not without certain forms of persistent resistance made clear and as much the real nemesis that urges us forward through the darkened abyss felt revealed from what we have learned so far as simplicity flows into the further forms of complexity whose surges and currency are side effects of this foreign creature consciousness placed somewhere deeper than a heart or mind so embedded in what we are as to not even have the total capacity to separate or sever the connection from inside these psyches trying to find solutions to all questions they never remember asking, but caught in a compromising situation conditioned to feel guilt and humiliation and shame by these programmed ills taking up residency in our friends and family to an extent that we are wholly one with them whether a person like you or i would wish to believe this or not is up for a scandalous speculation from the majority in the commitment to a ‘delicious sick’ that washes over the masses entertaining the few who choosing not to suffer like the rest of us at work…

Thanks, khet.