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Quite as if.

you can make people weak by making them unwilling to accept change, further scams weakening the establishment when everyone tries to self-sustain, and lies and cheats to some level in the ideal scheme to get ahead… the memory evokes a quality, the tactics are subtle and uncompromising, and all because no body seems to really understand the Other… it is interesting what people do for money… the things we allow ourselves to hide from others, not much talk amongst the servants when the masters are around them, but that never stops the emotion machine from needing that externalization that ventilation system to relieve those pressures from being… something that automatically tricks the motor functions once in awhile, into believing all the trash that defies logic or reason, and shatters that imaginary fourth wall for the betterment of humanity… not just a plague, but an adaptation beyond immediate and satisfactory comprehension, that moves through more than just our minds… earlier today the question ‘what is the psycho-cosm?’ entered my thoughts, and the answer came bubbling forth from some deep conscious display, that it is the illusory nature that existence seems like an endless ride… the real is that, but also more than just that at the same time, as everyone perceives everything so very differently… born to erode away the false and erroneous supposition, we are Here for a reason, and the destiny for density is within our grasp of understanding it… we seem to play out the experiences once we forget they exist at all, reattaching ourselves to this bizarre loop of emotional investment, but not knowing whether the benefits will come sooner than later… when in touch with a particular mood, one brings it closer or deeper into themselves, and this defines a certain part of logic… an intuitive or emotional reasoning that cannot be defined by certain ratios, we move back to the front as the blindness breaks us, and perhaps this is in realization or epiphany to the incremental movements of the details… not an attempt at snail’s pace politicking, but the atrophied intelligence at work against the intuitive sanity, that ideal system finding and fixing weaknesses… moving nanotechnology deep inside our skulls, the organic avatars of thought made manifest by the roaring sound mechanical as a chorus of billions of insectile voices carry the pulse further along, and the spirit enters into the compact with the beast burdened with budgeting the welfare of this newly affixed soul powered presence… the inner management taking place at a level that is too far removed for a visual expression to naturally occur Here, but there is something between both swallowing and gasping feelings in the human gesture we see, this space where energies without faces entwine and try coming to manageable agreements all the way expanding into beings… sudden spans exploding into boundary-free momentary universes as the ideas and symbols rise like percolation of the substance beyond the surface, and mold to compelling the real representation of action, the natural consequence between potential and kinetic energies… there is much that relies upon the contact that humanity offers, this central but by no means center position, and the radiating symptoms that are relative to the human experience as not all things have a sense to make…

Thanks, khet.