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…by chance we all congregate Here together hopefully without malice in our hearts so we may all benefit from the coming interdependence through which renaissistance will strike out chords of revolt and redemption perhaps forms of holiest personal ascension we cannot fully comprehend with passages from a book that doubts humans in their entirety without trusting ourselves inside first to find a pertinent pathway through ourselves without the unwarranted hesitation that comes with speculations of what lies ahead in the journey as wording adds up to many things shadowing that managing of details we commit ourselves toward with indefinite destinations, coaxing the most out of us these systems can unlock and hopefully squeeze right from our souls through methods wrongly attuned as though with torturous intents at large and mediating from person to personal affect upon a syndrome of symptoms Here locked inside of ourselves so rapt with distraction that we barely know what it means to live let alone in any proper ways that supersede our own perspective on wisdom or knowledge at all whose authority takes away our own sense of agency over time as on we are forced to give up eventually and admit to the weakness, held back and within for so long it hurts in the long run between instincts intuition and intelligence attempting to be freed as a human but without expecting so many prerequisites to cast perimeters around us from an early age as we are inexorably lead through the maze of adolescence as we learn our body it begins to betray us if we treat it unkindly and without the respect it deserves to serve us properly Here lost in space as we are minus any good rules to follow that do not become corrupted apart somewhere taint within elder dead lines… approaching things so tentatively and with hesitating paranoid suspicion at those times we remain unaware of why it is curiosity leads us forward through this bewilderness before and containing us in a way that might seem claustrophobic once someone is faced with their own mortality having to sort out inside what temporal state we currently reside continuing to perceive the specificity with which we all exist in perpetuity without question sometimes for too long that those elements decide in their own time to bubble up to the surface or can assault by applying pressure to wonkeymensch the systems in place, because sabotage is the name of some people’s game remaining Here long after they have left us with this mortal coil as profound tributaries of power and wealth wrap around worldwide international sort their ways through the morass as we continue to pillage ourselves for deeper resources than we have been led to believe so easily in our youth trained and ingrained to perform as a useful commodity dancing on the edge of flailing bits of sense that life makes incensing us with incendiary devices used to provoke promote and disparage the outcome of overcoming to such extent it fails, Here predestined to those that attempt to game the systems in place because they can and will until they destroy themselves or others to the point of no return engaging with the terms of you only living once where no one gets out alive transmigration of the soul into lighter than error purpose found finally amidst undying motion of stars as they continue to shed revealing bright upon the grim dark resolve that shatters our pursuits of happiness with baggage that engage and distracts us into retracting our truer statements smothered by a world’s hatred catching fire and requiring water…

thanks, khet_:/