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the perception of e.y.e.

the perception of…
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Young…
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eye see, eye see…visions of the masses through their children’s eyes, and outside of the mind there are reconstituted effigies of persons who walk by, hardened by the growth of the creature on the surface…the eyes, however, say much more from the soul then many other physical points do, but that is not to say that there is no way people can flow with this energy from every pore…most do not even pursue such abilities…in youth, we have everything that cannot be condemned for the loving newness that makes every moment breathtaking, but as we grow older, it does become easier to use experience as a shell from this freshness…not an innocence, per say, but an undeniable potential for anything sensual or beyond the six senses…man is five senses, but that example is that devolved man that has become impotent and blind to his own feelings, which when controlled make the most of a life being controlled…Christians might say that emotion could possibly be the sixth sense, into the emotional plane, and another viable sensory layer to speak of…perhaps the impression of a person beyond their five senses…one is the mind which interprets the eye, but is it a hive mind, and what are its intentions on the grand scale?…there are no tormented minds here, it is all a matter of perception, and how separate that you would wish it to be from the whole…spinning, as it were, into a whole different universe of your own, and progressing beyond that ad infinitum into the blissful state of the knowing all and knowing none…and back out again to learn more…the ‘eyes’ of god are everywhere, in every idea, and the word ‘idea’ even begins with an ‘eye’…I betray myself…the thoughts are a little jagged, and at times, shoot past the point of conversing about…However, this is not one of those occasions, and I have much to type out here…ideas are the foundation to more than meets the eye, puns all around, but there are serious signs that we see for ourselves everywhere else…auras?…no…just a glimpse of raw energy…
“‘I’deas” breaks down into the particles/waves that crash into the ether all around us, bandwidths and wavelengths shared in the universal rhythm of the cosmic, and filtering through the organs grow and honed deep within our own minds…allowing the foundations to constantly expand, over and under and in upon themselves, and creating a pooling swarm of infinite potential…material reality comes out of the mindful gaps that become real, the mind is as tool becoming better at sharpening thoughts and modes and ideas, and into words or actions that will affect the direct environment around everyone…ideas are fresh thoughts that filter into this pool generic material that spawn the desires which become reality, and spilled out onto a built-up concretion of matter, as we were birthed into this state…ancestral matter was volatile and heavily influential in the creation of other foundations in this ‘real’ world, which is just one paradigm composed of too many paradigms to count, and they really do exist all around each other to create this ‘creation’ tightly woven together…sometimes time as the vast becomes an infinitely smaller space inhabited by the nano-techs crawling the surface of this locked door to zones within bones…even digital space is capable of linking the expanse with the microcosms of the soul…all these things that no one ever hears about except for quantum physicists…the youth splatters at the bridges of consciousness, the depths of this primordial pool is not necessarily known, and it is possible that very few inhabitants here have the knowledge nearing the bottom…raw reality lies unspun on the other side of that realm…eye socket and optic nerve are the compatible link to the haunting visual place that can project the intense and provocative, but can also enlarge the unseen vistas of the cracks between floorboards and drifting smokes…particles reveal their purposes quickly under the right circumstances…the eyes must stay aware to get their time to tell their stories…casual observances from the idiots, taking the time to wipe away the slates of the horrified, and the screams must belong to the bystanders who sit amongst the wreckage…collecting their observations from the depths of their animal brains…shuffling the experiences around to make memories impervious…this is the selfish nature of the beast, the body needs release from service, and degradation is not uncommon in the hands of the static zombie who gets hypnotized by the process of pace that becomes the calling card of the great unknown flux of things…even reality is sway to these impartial forces…whether actions enter cruel, and teach a lesson of epic and abominable proportions, their momentum cannot be overlooked by the hands of the artisans…nervous and twitchy sons-of-bitches who describe the moment like a heartbeat, or something raw and emotional like that…the darkness is only fear personified because of the justice created by gravity, that monstrous and imperceptible fist that manifests for the gods’ wills, and the souls of the dead become a universal glue that sustains a molecular framework that reflects those dimensions beyond…memories consistently link the fragrant ghost back to the scene, and thus reinforces a material state…different lifetimes are like sand within the fists intangible and gripping for the clutches of the tapestry that weaves into the cosmic vision…each motion a clue into the field of simple interactions…when the young bursts into the existential, the soul remains fresh and aware, and the beast begins where this animal presence starts…a screaming infant, by all means a pet to the harsh and vicious, but a source of life that has made it into the real world…through the eye of the needle…the threads loom together where the patterns need to be changed…this membrane separates the mishap from the managed mistake, and control is the faith that spins it in the right directions for the initiated…god is not a difficult thing to figure out the start of at least…even science is an eye which perceives the form and function within that, and logic becomes truth over years of proof, the goals of achievement in progress attained slowly but surely…an improvisation kit would be an excellent thing to have under duress from questions spawned from the more modern age humanity, to better understand the options on the fly that make sense, and marble-headed totems stay polished in the yard…each placement vital to the overall effect of the expanse of time…care taken to perfect the treatment of others’ goals in a healthy and dignified manner…precision borne from the pale inhabitants of these waters over here in the blue sea…our earthly particles bathed in the cosmic rays that harbor consciousness in its ultraviolet labors…maybe resting in peace describes the sunlight paving our way out…