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The movement

Where does the speed of this realm slow down?

When we realize the need for motion at those moments that it is really necessary to act, neither particular reactions nor indirect ripples from the direct movement count as being indicative, but certainly must know what repercussions and consequences will interject making the action tangential beyond absolute truth. Communication spreads these ideas and theories circulating through the dark, as what eyes would be needed as we become vestiges of energy, and even though I do know that sounds far fetched and more than a little religio-sophical to propose. The speed of thought is probably far infinitely faster than a speed of light, synapses in the darkness of flesh, and housed within an isolated form crying out for or against the restrictions upon itself and others. We could say so much to each other that it would have to sound false or implied or probable even, but there are very few ways to say this essentially on a mass and fully understood scale, where anyone that hears the words enlightenment will actually be enlightened. In many places, words have become like rubber bullets, and the random spots where meaning has meaning, these words would have power that could not be so easily dismissed. Most of this power is held over us by an all-seeing “govern-God” that forces us through systems at various intervals of our collective lives, toward some altruistic good or through the looking glass into brutality, but it brings to mind the question, ‘how does it really feel to be safe from all harm in untouchable clouds?’ True safety is not truth in this form, words clear our minds for the movement, but one questions whether this movement is the direction of god or some unconscious function to build the species into a niche somewhere deep in the primal mind where movement even begins. Again, I play fetch with your grey matter, but not to harm as brutality harms, more as a guiding tool to become further fluent myself in the ways of being a better human in my preference. To realize more than just a few feet in front of me, no blessing or joy would it be to not know what or who I am capable of being, and that potential could feel as to fizzle before getting out to play. Communication as a whole, should not be a cesspool of lost thoughts, and concepts too ill conceived to be taken as serious. Though, what do I know about that depth of the humanity that is a means to converse, but in my eyes and my mind, I feel as though that every other source of information contributes to both the inner and outer worlds. Everything just layers within one another in the space given, and we all work with that amount striving to survive, the reigns of domestication and possession of a heart that wishes to live and breathe. A movement that works within the pulse of the existant elements that combine and coalesce into the human aware, an animal trapped within a world where the consciousness is trapped within their minds, and to think that we still wonder about the absolute truth of madness. Madness, like age, seems nothing to fear if there is no cure for it, but death pops every bubble at some point down the line. The movement is still a system of cycles as they replenish themselves, and we are merely the elements of this movement that can shift and direct reality in the immediate, we are the titans in this period of time. A compromise of thought and the capacity for making movement a reality, we find ourselves where we are for reasons beyond our current range of knowledge, but we don’t like knowing that even though as a whole we are probably past the point of no return. However, again I point out that I am not a scientist nor a degree-toting philosopher, but that certainly doesn’t stop my brain or my fingers from twitching. Certainly to try and communicate some of my own madness and issues outward.

Thanks, khet.