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Fulcrum as a steady metronome.

so much gushes out and rushes forward to present itself as a valid explanation of anything you got… aware that something is about to occur though not necessarily with the courage to make the changes needed… what is this tendency to let things go half finished that engages another challenge deep in the psyche, as though the psyche of humanity were a staging place for which a being may confront all those odd unforeseen half-truths that defy a personal logic that experience has built and determined use to define what is right, and there are very few who merit a positive response when a decision becomes the only means to inform another as the actions precede the words used… coffee intoxication and over-saturation responsible for today’s expression of guilty renunciation of tact even though i do not regret what i have said or meant from one phrase to the next, i digress as further exit from this stage, but tightening constraints deliver us all from the mythical proportions of good versus evil in ways that our religious aspirations cannot keep up with on a mortal plateau… this very much affects how we are able to interact with each other as a species Here, and it has drawn us away to understand ourselves as purely mental beings on another level completely, establishment of a different social order without such powerful boundaries… i need to get out of this stage of being excited and frightened in the same breath as the rest of these ill-mannered verbal assaults, not letting my individual aspect to psyche so easily collapse under pressure of any unreal ideas curious what might happen, but in a perfect world maybe there is the perfection necessary to promote a mechanical type of natural harmony… however, this is no perfection what we have co-opted so haphazardly in establishing Here, and earth is the home where the heart is set as the outpost for drooling hordes of so-called “civilized” unrest ready to manage a real life among the humans… these are no tiny feats that one could use to create an unfaltering foundation for the rest of their breed extending outward with one body of encapsulated genes… with the right equipment and mental capacity to complement its actions, a person can do much to push potential reality to the turn of the screw that is necessary to enact change at all, and it is these claustrophobic rules that oversee and warp the minds of the multitude with negative and positive fluctuations coming down like rabid sunlight hitting us en mass as the equivalent to a ton of bricks… our minds try to analyze, skewing the angles and lines to keep an accurate tracking of both time and place, to recall a certain sequence of events with the proper integrity to honor what truths and standards made the most sense overall to further apply the knowledge used to attempt a valid interpretation of reality without too much biased spin on one fact or another as situations transpire and come together… making real an unreality by crafting the argument carefully to ensure that all the pieces come into play to affix the puzzle without revealing a giveaway amount of the picture to anyone else until the appropriate moment grows to fruition, cultured from the disperse elements and faith in forces that reality finds itself at liberty to serve/ swerve under as its people deliver themselves through trials of pain and suffering to reach a parallel state of being where use of the voice and intelligence can never be utilized wrongly, or rather in a way that would harm other beings willfully as well destroy aspects of the self that are unique to the individual in egregiously malicious acts… even laws don’t protect us like some safety net…

Thanks, khet.