TAODao
we are all artists through our critical interpretive edge harbored deep inside our thoughts held to hover over us somewhere between holy guardian angels and the devils on our shoulders in reference to this local or daily version of psychopomp and circumstance dance around mortality and the subtle stray hints upon surpassing this state without the mind killer fear as though ideas were not enough once it is locked into a rhetorical belief that soon banishes creative open intelligence to qualify a certainty of all these multiple patterns formed underneath a conformity as many orders underneath an illusory tarpaulin that is used to cover and covet the motives and ministrations of that massive prehistoric enclave trying to prove filth eaters elite, within states of sanity consulted and considered unsanitary for the general populace by a myopic vanity as masses seethe and breathe stagnant errs as the parts per billion slip into disrepair while trying to restart myths of responsibility set into motion ages ago to keep these of inferior set in their places disgraced by this elitist mind that shatters like glass upon the hard edge jagged as teeth nose and ears geared up for the grindstone trick a sharpening act sensing the frequent tasks and obstacles setting the experimental nature on this matter honing in on to correct stagnant paths distorted drifting inside of this cosmos, but if any explanations can come as fast as reckless and as readily through the ethers by way of many paradigms parallel to sources we choose as in that energy which emanates encompassing as vast a universe this realm has held in place by forces currently beyond our inactive comprehension scattered as ants whom seem unable to grasp what humans deem logical under their own perspectives all analyzing the passive data that swarms us like said ants whose varied ratio probably outnumbers us… Though there is as many ways to adapt to these pressures as there are outlet valves inherent in the social dynamics as then in which today known as lessons popular by the main masters in charge of ascertaining what common sense exactly is as though a kind of human magic subconsciously upheld as the right means of doing anything but implies that stupidity too be mute to continue collaborating as linear catalyst allowing for the bridge between worlds to share stages of enlightened development, and is required reading when one finds the right eyes to see because the lines themselves are worlds added together to manifest matters and issues each of their own priority stacked against one another to perpetuate tension among masses interpreting their terror in which a terrorist takes advantage of once resuming the quest to inspire tearing through soft wet tissues thought as sacrif-icing on the cake when everyday is a challenge, encaged or free one’s will must be forthright devoted to the acceptance of oneself over the mere idolatry of that general massive system stiff as still surrounding us with sounds we may not want to hear but that resonate with our general moods vibrating deeply with reality’s mechanism…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on January 28th, 2017 in a for Anagogy..., blogging, d for Dysteleology..., o for Onymy..., rants & raves, subdued wisdom, t for Tocsin..., world at large. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.