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roots of a primitive quality qualifying us as animals of a nature though many of us would choose not to believe any of these features making us merely creatures teased Here for a time before everything real comes to pass as material some point in the greater cosmotic drama evoked by unknown forces as expanding drift to pull us all within the constraints of the three-dimensional factors apparent in this paradigm of a fleshly organization to which we have inevitably become a part, the edifice as effigy is burning though no one really sees anything but the odd trickery cynical underneath this visual display of innocence as rotting from a state of idolatry cutting a community from actuality as people had believed that once one could purge the evil by burning it away though underlying causes never die or decay but move on into different hosting for harvesting signals to feed upon while infatuated with this parasitic paradise the way it goes, and when fear is the gateway to the fog of ancient shadows rising up from their darkened chthonic stasis frozen by timespans and a lack of form somewhere in the dust and slow to move forward as a positive foreground vessel that from this ideal movement is derived from the smallest particles sifting and churning into something greater and it is this combination of raw substances or elements you might say that are melding with us when appropriate heat and a kind of metaphysical swirling creates these organic homogenized beings in which it is the strange consciousness we seem to be sitting inside of animals instead of objects… yet we objectified all of the animals Here as a claim to assert our power on this planet as reasonable focus to organize and catalogue the ultimate variations and endless diversity changing before our eyes as they live and die taking charges as they rise one mind at a time from the microscopic lines drawn like grids trying to quantify our lands and souls and freedoms into an artful box that becomes a coffin as which to bury or burn like all the rest of this debris swaying out in the cosmos through our dreams, because this is the manifesting of reality existing within us as individual entities coming to terms with who and what we are from the inside out in an attempt to see through the heinous self-doubt sometimes without the clearest of focus as guides could be considered aid for our singular frequency at making out of this life an endeavor as we each have been granted allowing all those proposed corpses of dichotomy swimming in the stored potentia, and it is this data storage and sorting out that conceives of and collects us once we are done as much just prior to the beginning torn through strife and trauma as a theater of tragedy moving us all in fragmented pieces soaked in a solution similar to feeling wet though truly not this simple as breathing machines capable of so much more than these trivial inconsistencies that seem to be the cosmic impetus after all is said and it is realized what freedom is…

Thanks, khet.