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Resusitainted

looking back at the achievements is a difficult mess, vague and disappointing as the ideas chase my nostalgia away into a form of ‘nostalagia’ (translated as a “pain in the memory”) instead, but still the meat machine moves on toward whatever gains are left to defend and wonder over… this mind is a conscious reminder of what has always been Here even through the malicious intent that some few plunderers are sharing like a rampant viral seam along which run many thoughts of a trivial nature as humanity begs the question was there ever some spiritual law that guides us, but much like the many other inquisitors there ever were both known and unknown throughout history, our judgments are sharpened knives onto which the naive and the innocent are thrown to note those that stick in the insulting cultural system with its harsh mantras of collapse and disposal… and which of these young minds raw and unyielding to pressure becomes the next dictator rising to power so as to show all those who mistreated them how strong they truly are, the revenge of the lower classes of being sweeping over a conscious and sinister Mankind that rapes and pillages the land, its resources and its native peoples bound… always taking and devouring the little lambs and sheeple as sacrifice to the lord god ‘progress’ in a blind sense of honor and faith, it is this blindness that inflicts itself from within though not afflicting the sense of one’s vision necessarily, but that of complacency and stasis created to uphold a certainty of decay and ultimately a stillness transcending the hurry and bustle of the current human extremes of comfort and caution… we can be heroes just for one day just as easily as we can be a ‘king’ for that day ruling with a compassion lacking in modern political arenas where ‘kill or be killed’ takes the greater precedence in mock moral survival plays, and we remain foolish for a lifetime whether we bother to better ourselves or not as the innocent creature within us learns and it develops as the vessel ages, i cannot say that i know what is better for you as my words tease the truth through cryptic symbols and meanings whether obscure or right in the face… the warriors feel inadequate without a struggle to put themselves into because their existence has become centered on the extremity of conflict while not necessarily resolution, the intellects are there to analyze what they see as sense and logic try to define each other uneasily between substance and consciousness, and the more emotional of us remain there in-between the two or more polarities reconciling to affect our individual lives as both practical substance and the abstraction of inspiration need to be in order to manifest the sparks of life from this poetic friction… the scathing ritualistic tendencies mechanical and cold to its spawn off of the cutting room floor where the operation takes place to sever the austere from the pleasant, servicing only the most efficient ways possible to further the gain distortion of politeness that people without rules tend to crave as a needed stabilizing force to push others around for them in their weakness, but i cannot say from experience that i have always been the good guy as i have always tried to see what was to my benefit as much as to any other person’s benefit in the act of valid collaboration and compromise… in the art of life, there are the intersections that we find interesting as they open our eyes through the curiosity it entails, and it is from this society in its present condition that we draw out our next ideas to make change the best of all possibilities while reality shapes form and function in tandem to this… the present we see today mutates and becomes the revered knowledge as we viewed the ancient tomes from before the current timeline, all that was ever read by the prior civilizations have embedded themselves in the most nondescript ways in order to travel further into the future like a time capsule on the scale of the particle hovering there because of the lack of weight of thought in this reality, but we easily are witness to the transmigration from pure idea to radiant soul-ar energy which calls consciousness toward it in an attempt create novel forms never seen before the Now… the confusion of who we are or who we claim to be is as a clever distraction from which few are ever consciously aware or awaken from as the dream becomes more and more involved, the consistency and the constantly shifting are of differing destinations to balance the lead behind which many are following in the grand cosmic diagram of intonations and confabulations turned into a visual data deriving much harnessing of the matter as it metamorphoses into tangible evidence for all to see…

Thanks, khet.