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the metaphor allows us to speak without speaking on matters we cannot seem to agree upon when altogether as it would be too simple to all be on the same page when it is required of us to be at different stages in experience at the same time, it seems to be the only way to develop outside of the easy trap of comfort we all fall into at one time or another whether we can recall the naming games we have been playing or can not, but to be weakened by those powerful statements used like blunt objects viewed much closer than first appearing in the mirror to pummel into submission the collected few pushing us to understand ourselves as if those who gave a damn were Here anywhere else but within us… a massive mistake in thinking that anyone else can solve our problems when in actuality it is a small respite to harsh intrigue learned on and off the streets where danger gains a foothold with each stranger in motion behind you, compressed together in a formal system of structure and details mingling as the hordes await instructions from the material gods who shine upon them a value that maybe community doesn’t carry these days as the hostile elitists climb high and mighty upon their shitty thrones, and attempting to subjugate the unknown into a marketable version of the truth all frilled out and with all the chills and thrills necessary to make the person as distracted as possible before they realize what they are doing and give up… there is power in the names we choose to give or are impressed upon us as children left in pondering on what this world includes that when adults are unwilling or unable to teach, we are left to our own devices to understand the old universe in its’ immensity as it utterly shifts with internal change ever-constantly to shape us and the progress of life and consciousness on more than just our world, and i see the name i was born into with the parental clones manipulating sets of genes they’ve both worn out their welcome to control as juvenile rebellion pushes me to show them just how much i am not like their flawed beliefs or perceptions by taking a new name and making those decisions that reveal a grown child still buried under whatever expectations adulthood has made sane to us…

Thanks, khet.