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…hylozoism…

…invoking a thieves’ cant as it were taking smooth traffic through the causeways as labor of love ludicrass game play fouled incantations philosophical impetus out from the void which stares back for some of us sighting our futures reflected toward us in spite of the accomplishments made in moving spaces ahead before others have gotten there themselves to respect the duty and responsibility that is administered to these insightful beings relaying attempts to make things better through the human hive mind of experiential data and quantum theory as tendrils of the same metaphysical sort of diminishment over time as passes out of reach for those of us whom linger upon the breach, writing visions a cosmos like this has provided into the tapestry as architects of unseen elements that even as we do not understand the relationships formed we cannot separate from other portions of knowledge before our discovery of such things detailing how to assemble simple parts then they create something beyond the material impressions made when left to search out our own fate amidst the decadent and vacant substitutes for humans that creep and lurk around every corner awaiting for a time we are behind resting masks as beasts shown spreading what ideas can come to the foreground again just to survive preparing for whatever caustic detritus falls from the sky Here, deadline cold that horizon brought through to us was by pixies pixelating our insides to enter digital facades as the rest of us that walk talk and breathe some type of coding that represents being as taking steps to escape from the seething chaos at one point or another that distributes the many attributes necessary while struggling through this bewilderness without easy guidance of any truly helpful fact that doesn’t take the abstract forms of advice trying to advise all people down a similar narrowed path that never seems quite as fetching as the way it has been sold used sales tactics promoting online little beyond hyperbole causing people whose dementia takes on so many states of mindfulness and attacks… the vitality in being human doing the contributing to energies that surround us all in it subtle enveloping of atmosphere allowing our expanded family of bonds and blood sorting out faulty traits from the behavior that inspires them all throughout the fallen generations to follow barely retracing footpaths believed to be toward any enlightened act of self-discovery convinced of the rewards once the burden of suffering is done with us as a whole, lurching forward out of respect and integrity toward things one does not thoroughly understand and wanting nothing but to learn how these systems have become analogs for any of an autonomous micromanaging taking place both within and without the localized universe of our bodies excitedly riding the waves as they collapse into this or that displacement of energy and matter acquiring a solid introduction to this world while doing the most with what little information we have gained the ability to explain accurately whether blessedly simplistic or a complex series over the time and attention it takes, the artifactual ruining precedes itself on a level slow to construe as good for anything even in the midst of the overlapping life-death-rebirth strands of time directed through the lens of this universe not so uniform to account for the mutations and bruised egos in abundance Here sometimes in the dark forevers too long that madness does strike in all-at-once tragedy adapting to irrelevant stories woven too closely together to peel away comfortably the legitimacy that wants to feel like intimacy even when knowing no one…

thanks, khet_:/