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synes of the cosmos…

a whirling stew of harmony as our god shining outward through lenses of the mind to harnessing human activities like no other system in the universe showing us through our holographic memories what has and will be hidden within the reflections and projections from whatever we may deem history Now but has never truly been a record to play back when the feedback comes wild and weird sending bolts of lightning-like inspiration shooting from these vast epic heavens we acknowledge appear before us as much after an act of glamor and mystery has littered what we call ‘facts’ as clues into becoming whatever we choose as our freedoms of choice combine and confuse, we are hybrids in a universal plot kept as a tense reminder of offensive urges that taint the observer vicious against any novelty of humanity as compassionate extension of oneself contrasted against the rest of this awkward path to civilization by our merits as much our mistakes calcifying in the depths of the out there somewhere engaged in the investment of digesting the answers that timESPace has to offer when exploited by the opportunism inherent in our culture now, but isn’t easy to live with when things change their shapes quickly as though told in tales through the myopic scope of a Mankind’s limited diet of outside influence moving oneself held captive onto tormented ideals like islands in a vast empty sea catering to the ignorance on the dark side of any enlightenment which is to be pursued as quest in action to fulfilling those answers sought by questioning an authority claiming to know better when nothing gets as good as this without accepting the raw edge in sections cycling along the ultraquiot places betwixt earth and the ethers that surround and support us from the start… i accept that things are not always the way they seem or will be especially when there are so many varying opinions and options to choose from whether as predefined quality or predetermined quantity to the competence and standards of only those whose unstable interests are really being funded by the fuel of diversion keeping the majority of humanity distracted by drama as the occasional prehensile tale woven to reveal what most of us conceal behind the masks of weight and privilege, used offending the supposed lessers of us who chose to rebel against the vitriol as it is shoved down our throats to poison our hearts with old knowledge of good and evil made bankrupt by these same authorities who care not for the truth as an evolution or education to grander heights of a self-enlightening cause ecstatic purging those toxic lines drawn to ward us away from understanding, but even these devices of prevention fade once it is the proximity of suffering we are prodded with that has abated as these cruel hands of Mankind drop the ball passed around swiftly like the acts of blaming and shaming subtly shifting from one person to the others affecting sequences and therefore consequences of days as they sift toward an end…

Thanks, khet.