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state of Catachresis.

what are those words we use, as symbols we speak, but too often translates as nothing special… we fail when it comes to real articulated glory, drawing others as we draw upon their energies to make things work, and then it becomes remarkable after all the casualties have fallen… this is in a world where shame and guilt are ruling factors in the crowns made of thorns, the act of ruling over others while realizing the inherent problems with rulership altogether, and all authorities use little tricks to keep their fingers upon the pulse of their people… whether this is through the soft inheritance of the societies of guilt and shame from the “higher” authorities, or through the soft power of cultural and ideological memes infesting then affecting the behaviors and interests worldwide, all to establish more authority over peoples ignorant of unwise practices made standard everywhere else… we have taken our metaphors are too seriously acknowledged, and we condemn those whose beliefs do not share a portion of reason with our own, it means nothing if we cannot relate to it… the use of language as a means of relating to a system that holds its people as hostages to any of many outmoded demands is thoroughly obsolete, and the culture is always willing to change for better or worse, it is up to the complicated collaboration of all or there never will be anything to look forward to… the blinders need to come off of the eyes, and the purest of intent cannot be overshadowed with illogical doubts… it is necessary to use these words we have chosen to say more than can be easily expressed… we have a difficult task to try and make our challenges worthwhile in the same breath as being willing to challenge our unconscious resistance to understanding, but still cannot merely put all of our energy into one avenue of thought or conceptualization because that leaves too much beyond the doorway to scare us into submission… we must have no fear when trying to complete this quizzing reality each before us… the puzzles presented are the abstraction of ancient history, and we have need of our observant guides from within before the civilization becomes caustic as another dark experiment in space, but how to pay attention properly to their words?… this is the atmosphere that i suffer within as a lack of compliment to a genius partner, though perhaps it is the twin flaming of souls that guides us to challenge each other in some ways we cannot even comprehend at this particular junction, but that never means that we should always use the same worthless route (root) when it gets all used up… the retired urge to bring light into the world can either die with us or flow through us, but the decision is each ours to make on our own whether we are alone or not, the joy riders take what they desire anyway as they care nothing for not even themselves in most regards… a fearsome obstacle to encounter for sure, but is there any utility in a lack of resistance, perhaps it is too late to turn the other cheek in resistance to giving in?… do we even really understand that techno-babble makes us paranoid and uneasy in our seats?… the chunder moaning for some relief underneath those dirty clothes worn by time and effort, and the bold tension leaks from every other stranger that takes the place of another who has fallen by the wayside, the failing fascist hydra that reaches out to scare us into running away… age-old statement of betrayal for the kind of people we have always been, and all of these awful contortions a human brain tries to conceive only partially work because a lack of all pieces working together in Here…

Thanks, khet.