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paranumb in the penUmbra

parallel to sensationalism as the thoughts pass in quiet meditation contemplating the next choices as they arrive though before these eggs have hatched when things can sometimes be resolved previous to even starting out bad truly at a loss to understand this wretched condition as the moods flit back and forth from person-to-person and meaning-to-meaning as our filters have their programs to fulfill while still Here in the human bubble urging not to pop as star gone nova in the depths too close for any of a comforting lesson could removing ourselves to that dreaded comfort zone that lulls us into a superficial sense of mercy killing us for the fertilizer we yield posthumously, though for those this has been the consistent cycle a lifetime dreaming all throughout that haunted mausoleum called the akashic record where memories and personal lifelines are stored outside of ourselves cosmologically catalogued for posterity as if the reflection in our sense of consciousness were these objects thought of as inanimate even though we know without knowing that everything has a life of its own as many would care to argue at length, but naysayers negative breath cannot be truly silenced by an evidence that refutes claims of fraud or false witness because the chancre comes from within where the bitter bottled feelings fill the void left by youth traumatized slowly drained by the parasitic adults as both vampiric and symbiotic support systems to those put in under our ideal of authority charged whether we are teachers or otherwise does not discount anyone from contributing by their experience which science may find an able way to get at those qualities directly through technology advancing further and farther into the out there than as the ridiculous that only stays this way for so long… the sands of time erode all of the changing old effigies to keep scenes carving away the material world as the wind and the sands and sounds of a Mankind go hand-in-hand with nature’s rusty kiss in decay as the remedies for burdens shed as another one bites that dust digesting the knowledge minus many of those complications to have arisen contradicting the general law pressured exerting like gravity kills eliminating any number of those who have seen or know too much for the so-called ‘matrix’ to let them live, it is said a pen is mightier than a sword though the context of these things together as seen slightly askew when considering how common it is to hear someone say it on that odd occasion, and thusly breaking down little bits at a time because of the written word extending throughout the vast expanse to affect mortal laws and lives as the long-term remote control upon a secret civilization enshrouded in ideals of their own plans for authority and the responsibility detached from a practical concern to assert a glory and opportunism to an absolute of that Nth degree dimensional shadow a harbinger of the glitches in the system that will manifest formal rule in cognizant tenets of intelligence envisioned as shining lenses focused bringing worldly perfection to this very reality…

Thanks, khet.