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the writers of this world find themselves in an interesting position, being conduits for the elemental and imaginary forces compelling our solid plateaus to grow, both with and beyond us and our works… commanded by our personal missions to be a particular way throughout any individual path in life, learning to adapt by absorbing constantly the ways and means that an environment among other people requires, and those other people translate in a metaphor as land strewn with compost and mulch to allow for a cycle of darker matter rich with potential of diverse growth… these people act as those particles in the dark matter harnessing and eventually utilizing the morsels of compressed information to reveal new aspects to the wilderness of human consciousness all around us, in other words all that they are as a human from acts to actual bodily matter is fertilizer for the rest of the earthling atmosphere we have clung to like lichen in the cosmic sea, and our shared mind is housed in this meddlesome skin as much as floating freeform as spiritual energy… we are the many worlds in this universe, each of us corresponding to a distant punctuation in time and space that cosmically embodies us and our lives like the thread on the spindle that the first fate carries with her, and it is ‘she’ that chooses the direction most people grow and is known as the beginning of a corollary into incarnate life Here… before her, though, is where we still debate like the astute and primeval philosophers of ancient times locked inside a brilliant riddle that cannot help surpassing our weak affectation for human history to which we allow our youth to be indoctrinated into like a cult of education that only designated teachers and preachers can provide… and then we grow up realizing the sham if we are lucky, but staying down and letting the ignorance wash over us if not so lucky to see the light protruding from the mind, this thing allows us to interpret information and symbols correctly as they apply in situations that might not appear until the odd periods to come where we are destined to see with eyes unclouded… once we reach this mental revolution, then the aliens will come back to us though not the mind-controlling versions that are cheaply extracted like a cold reading, but the life forms other than ourselves that understand the organic brilliance yet as we might be able to co-habitate with in harmony… this capitalism is the next fossil fuel used up and discarded that has become husk-like in its capacity as a silent reminder that we now abuse a once great privilege infused in this life by a source that was never that pure to begin with anyway, founding fathers creating a subversive class of citizens in this new land after settlers had raped and pillaged the native peoples in the names of other men of high ranking and stature, and only so further definition could be made between this or that era in history which is a pretty lame example of a story if you ask me… all the good bits are left out of the school systems textbook conditions that really made the difference in not even just our country, fighting viciously to survive in bleak awareness of a temporary impact on the world, but this is only one of many opinions Here where the red fern grows wild at the end of the sidewalk’s halt… where fear is just a trick forcing the mind to wish escape from itself like a bizarre series of doors closed and locked after choosing the option which suits one, but these doors are never locked because the strength of the mind is its capability to enforce a reality into being, with some of the greatest explorers that eventually became our literature are from where our store of worlds comes… the visions are too vague to show all the way, but powerful enough to leave an excited impression on those receptive to the same vision which further reinforces an idea of the reality into fruition, hanging from the ether as it awaits to be revealed and plucked down by materializing forces… the tree of life is this ethereal thing, and everything is alive within its bounds as the energy circulates all throughout to show that no motion comes to a complete stop, always choosing a different attitude to take when it appears to be no other direction is working… this is adaptation working out its kinks and bugs by natural selection of endeavor to amend for itself not others as it has no individual consciousness, but rather a collective consciousness that is informed by our individuated experiences altogether as a team of cells inside of a living body that moves and feels and breathes, this is our dream what we perceive as a god… seeing ourselves stronger than strong to rage against opposed opinion, claiming the righteous sequence for our own even though we were conceived of by cowards coercing the rights of the ever-mutating humanity, the dollar deal to see how far you can take the idea in adapting it to your own flavor of the real… as you read this, you will see life change in the near future, but change is inevitable…

Thanks, khet.