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…Patternalia…

…trying to appeal with others to make a reliable narrative making up the diversity of shapes that escaped being crushed into submission by a series of systems that claims to love us testing those boundaries without resorting last saying partake in an unwinnable argument in even this murky miasma of right and wrong ambiguities layering obfuscation of light and shadows so that no one is wiser about whose villainy is worse when considering the argument as lesser of twinned evils perhaps well-coiled snakes along the shaft of the winged caduceus to grant life to the inanimate that surround this ephemeral magic siphoning off the human resource to satiate the substance of being Here, there is nothing Here that fires the furnaces to forge on toward stability more than the breath of life which passes from parent to child cycling patterns of consistency until the predestined road halts at a perceived dead end while arriving at the destination one expressed interest to sustain taking note of all landmarks watermarks and those generally marked by post-traumatic stress disorder as the pressures compress our human destiny into density of the forms we coalesce as walking living act held together in a fragile flesh suit until a way out or through is found at the precise moment when such an exit is necessary in order to transcend being these larvae in chrysalis-set expectations triggering contradiction and contrast as we worm a way through buried forgotten spoils before ever sprouting upward, some fragment always present in these personal loops because as consciousness is rising through darkness so too is the alternate flipped to a certain ratio of truth as our bodies take turns piling into the dirt collectively returning our shared mass and matter at some point are already predestined for a period to once again become inert as the dramas of dust play themselves out over expanses of this timESPace continuum that has given a framework for all of our appearances Here left pondering why so often it hurts even after such cruelty throughout attaining some form of certainty amidst the chaos that nature permits… even as humans mature the animal being is never very far from the surface with what games we are forced Here to participate in events where no one wins anything but a trophy and maybe perhaps some fond memories to last most of a lifetime as that most primal social lesson learned when no one else has a reason to continue thinking in frames of game theory that has not found its way into the audiovisual mediums as they evolve while consistent with current technology as well as our developing interests in it, leading to new means of perpetuating the struggles through near-constant preparations for a worst case scenario as they can change in an instant especially when least expected to confirm our terrible disappointment with earth-shattering results that affect more than merely minds and bodies warped by the rippling effects of the naysayers and their slayers of any emotional residues left in order to do business efficiently within these contextual districts of tenuous authority, and never matters who is next to be victimized in their twisted logic disguised as false impressions of a greater good because all are chattel in the way to justifying the means to an end whether that ends the story on a larger scale is not the subjective trail of patterns they question even for as observational as the conversation gets there are only factors of a bottom line in action while trying to change human machinery Here into some form of optimal delusion…

thanks, khet_:/