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distinct the instinct to urge along this spherical miracle pulling along the song as it plays amidst persons who sit with glazed eyes and thoughtless words in expecting a next turn on the game board, the next to get to spin this wheel of fortunate chance in their good favor even though hard work and labored focus build the bridges that are required by human nature to get where we want to go, but sometimes we get caught up within the ideas of Here and Now to the extent of distraction which very rarely do we catch the same wistful and insistent gleam that the camera can easily capture… we are the birds who pray in a pulsing jugular of animal passions utterly restrained by what we may deem worthy of putting forth effort to make goals in all those personal aspects that will make who we are a home, to us at least who know nothing are leaving ourselves open to the waves of the future whether hybrid of new and old or some other synthesis altogether as it slowly changes this presence like a slightly out-of-tune rumor circulating, and the effect suddenly occurs where we are standing in the reality that reflects the humors of its residents as the energy surges passed narrowing the perceptions by what views they see… some are seeing tumors on the skin of mother earth as though humanity plagues the natural world raping and depriving its children of glimpses into the true sea of possibility as widest abyss to cross over, but kids do have those abilities to adapt deeper than the genes that shape and coalesce them into the men and women that make up actual adulthood as they grow to define the vision of their world as it shifts around them, it seems to me a shame though as part of the greater cycle of growth that as generations develop and fade away the people within those confines of their demographic are shriveling backwards to where they have come from before this place… backwards into the time where the conscious pinnacle of life was reached knowing or unknowing as death and decay eat away at chunks of our sanity as incarnate beings who perceive to know, but really have only fragmentary ideas like dreams floating weightless through our heads over the living screens monitoring our fears and dreads as well as our purest forms of joy as they caress us beyond a waking sleep, the flimsy life movie i can see playing even as i sit Here aware of what i am doing though this atmosphere cannot be expressly to my sole advantage as the others i work with each are into their respective part of productive tasks… i feel laziest of them all when allowed to sit and give my thoughts breathing space in these haste-typed tirades while the smell and thunder of a grindstone working up the need for accuracy later as a bottom line is drawn between these absolutes, as though no one will mind as the inconsistencies and crudeness fill that stem out from such disjointed interactions where only the conflict is made apparent again and again in dismissing solutions that could make viable the collaborative compromising, but as i say this i also realize too there are those against compromise that are capable of constantly drawing energy from others by subduing the actions of those whom they decide to target… as we are all victims trying our hands at post-traumatic growth in a bid for surviving the fallout from this cyclical oblivion as perpetrating the crimes against humanity scrabbling along the surface like ants looking for divine answers that hardly if ever rain from the sky, dyeing our heads vibrant hues that scream out loud the state of disenchanted dismay that expands along familiar lines we search out contradiction to say what we have never been allowed to speak before, and seeking a destiny somewhere within this murky Mystery as we each have been shown to look and to choose to peruse if you will the pieces as they are made apparent for what it is the puzzle can be as the veils of ignorance get lifted… a mutation in intelligence as feared by those aware crippling effects of their own ignorance though most certainly not as much of this ignorance is accepted as fact by the owner of controversy, who most likely goes on further into a narrowed and set of circumstances by rejecting the simple truth as everyone’s opinion matters shedding light onto the knowledge of the cosmos as whole series of mysterious interconnected truths, and those who do not gradually give of themselves to willingly participate become shunned for the vague things others can wrap their opinions around which are usually quite insulting and awful anyways… though peace as attainable goal requires respect and compassion for other beings large and small that inhabit this as bizarre nesting ground of concerns, none of us knows the answers when life keeps on changing around us as much from subtle vectors unseen as from those blatantly loose in this space squeezed between us that we might say annoys us to convulsive whoops and hollers, but this is only our inner selves in sorting out what does not apply to our individual maps of orientation as we grow into specific paths which guide us to face the emotional clutter that deeply affects any interactions and communication within this system… by letting go of those pieces which are only ours for a short time and acknowledging that we cannot keep them all inside of our consolidated matter as purely being, this is why we guide ourselves using the lessons of the various phases of civil abrasion as they suspend glistening by the sunlight hung by a single strand like the thread of fate waiting to be severed from the entirety of this pattern, but it all becomes reincorporated into the rudiments of this universal mind as it catalogs all the information time and again to achieve a newer understanding of the humanity and its flesh that binds us all as shared witness to the changing tides of life and the evaporating illusion of a surely damned materialism gone a frayed… need to repay…

Thanks, khet.