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Running on Time without Space

the integrity of the emotions cannot be denied neither for their complexity nor their simplicity, what can be in question is how much we collectively allow others’ ideas and opinions of truth to become sweeter than either vinegar or honey to attract the primal brain that questions nothing out loud, but only the works within defined ranges of absolutes wanting to be told what to do whenever the bliss of stasis is that solid firmament surpassing the known societal constraints of a given age known to be taken for granted… the ages of artistic appropriation have replaced certain preconceived notions of any originality as the cosmic recycling from the springboard to overuse of conceptual materials and patterns of expression to the disuse of such things as those objects meld with the background like death in the soil, and then finally the fiery phoenix rebirthing into reuse as the old concepts and memes take on new life redefined as existence selects a different face from the gallery of archetypes in this strange collective index of the subconscious, though this never precludes any aspect of those more homogenous parts to the sum of the whole reality whether physical or mental or emotional or even metaphorical and mythical proportions become just as interchangeable eventually… in the greater scheme of things we are forced to confront the honesty with which we approach ourselves and others as many mistakes can begin to gather as overwhelmingly as the emotions which move atmospherically about them, and are soon clouding the minds of the humans who perceive this energy just before the expulsion threatens to become too much to tolerate… this would lead some to try hiding behind catchphrases or quotes or cliches in order to humble those others around them to evade being the one vulnerable in the survival game physics of things, but this order cannot sustain the rampant chaos without coming to some particularly emotional conclusions in making any sense of the world we live within, allowing ourselves to be susceptible to the good and the bad on the path to growing instead of becoming self-critical and ugly to everyone else that cares for us… generally, a few of us are developed enough to see the signs before they strike out with vicious lightning bolt intensity, but too many among those few are literally throwbacks to an age still in distress as the years collapse like a house of cards or a domino effect which creates a pattern that may look beautiful upon first impression… though even these side effects of the greater injustice are not the finished product because there is nothing that is ever truly finished as the wheel spins around yet again, even we as layers of elemental beings have no final purpose but to live and exalt what we believe into the heavens as this real world fades into the background at some point which may come too soon for some, but the point is that what we see is never the final impression as there is ever more to explore beyond sight and words even if no one truly agrees with that analysis coming from this naive instrument of the human experience in general… we are all gods and monsters in disproportionate amounts caught in the web of dark intrigue and diversity with no two faces the same as the rest, whether we remember being in Here before or not never matters because there is only time enough for us to endeavor to understand it all in some way that remains vague and just out of reach to explain in any of the exacting languages we know, but what comes of the curiosity to want to know when what goes on can be both a good and a bad thing to shove under our belts?… the ridiculous lengths we can go to satisfy the insatiable leftovers of this human residue born into selfish possession without compassion for the other is both disgusting and difficult to stomach as both victim and their torturers celebrate being defiled by a system that praises those in service to dishonesty instead of serving the needs of the many always becoming many more by the second, we have overwhelmed ourselves and the spaces which we inhabit as though to take it for granted is only natural to do, but it is not nature that does this as Mankind hordes and violates the instincts of the Other to gain only commodity aspiring to heights of wealth in place of either information or insight… and it seems no one “gets” it because much like a disease, no one wants to get it but the handful willing to experience something different in the terminal illness we might reason that is this life, and as we refuse to learn what we do not understand… the stingy assuage their curiosity with blank objectives in TV land…

Thanks, khet.