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Oppressed this depression.

we all seem to wish the better of our own awareness onto others, especially when our own unique personalities are intertwined with the people, either people we work with or those people we love, we come to know them all very differently… we all follow directions even when we don’t understand what the instructions are, the dialect of the people involved is part of that atmosphere that either makes the act of productivity easier or more difficult, and sometimes it is what we remember floating in this nether space of dream that distracts us from our tasks… the atrocious siren charm summons that evokes us to crawl on hands and knees before being aware from a greater height, it seems hapless as the mind lifts from a humble grounded state in infancy to the rattling distracting conclusion of adulthood, and our primary caretakers have only given us so many clues from their own basis of experience to start with… a feast for the sense of self sustained by an absolute involution of experience from the vast void of stored information as data… an akashic record playing on some endless repeat until there are the ears to hear its message, perhaps much like that golden record spinning on in that satellite in outer space that plays those peace-relating concepts from the human culture on earth, and offering pieces of our condensed billions of generations as they have developed from the mere survivalist animals of early prehistory that we assume to have occurred up to the last modern echelon that gave them this technology to understand floating through vast dark matter… we hear the sounds beyond the oppression of joyous hope and a charming curiosity to see more than what we can perceive, this stark contrast all around us where life appears to hold no meaning for the despots that rule the poor and dying with thirsty fists flailing, and so hungry to warp the world around their particular flavor of fierce discipline with the schoolyard urge to pull the other bullies away by their own rules… even at the harsh expense of the innocent children born into a brutal system of authority as they grow to become more labor to be exploited, peace is the last thing on the profit’s mind as the corporate mindset their sights upon a bottom line that never fills to the line where everyone involved gets a fair piece and equal rights, but the confidence leaks as the instinct for freedom gathers its followers and momentum to reach out and find the truth behind the lies we were meant to need like a junkie craving that safety… we allow ourselves to be pushed down out of false courtesy and excuses made in favor the ones to whom it has been revealed certain opportunities that come with a price, but how do they realize the repercussions of their actions until it is too late to change the pathways and circuits that store and replay the ornate works pulled from this primordial repository time and again as civilization worms its way into taking control too seriously, wherein which another collapse occurs to reset this devastating quality that humanity has cultivated in its own backyard… quite an interesting twist in the oblivious states of awareness that we all seem willing to participate in with others as though it were some kind of petty game to play until the end, but that is where the problems begin to become strictly apparent as though this were the only event to follow disregarding the lessons past, when the world is manipulated by the people it has fostered on its surface it desires only retaliation for harm inflicted not as form of revenge in actively-conscious and emotionally-aware entities but as delivery systems realigning a necessary cosmic balance…

Thanks, khet.