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a Science Friction

everyone seems to think that change, big change, only comes in bloody swathes through time and space, and attempts at teasing a cultural friction into taming the science fiction into present day scientific innovations has come with much stubborn blood spilled over nothing more trivial than keeping a collection of secrets from the rest of this as default civilization currently in charge to change and affect the gravity of facts… as pronouncements from cults and sages claiming defense for their warped ideals as connections to gods with very little to separate the superstition from the reasonable in the minds of the many out there awaiting answers from sources thought to be an authority amidst a chaos of cringing humanity too chained to ideals in this confusion witnessed in spurts through trial and error, managing to keep the panic thinned out in the isolated herds where many are raised with a closed-off mentality to put back into place the twisted details of reality as just pieces in the random pattern pushed together to fit some peculiar order that very small groups who deem themselves more enlightened than those others included in the real majority of people Here have decided that it is our fate, and our faces added and stacked as some infinite structure to outlast the erosive vivisection of time sanding us down to shape the ideal of a better tomorrow today trying to sort us all into uniformed solutions that obey whatever we are told is truth as options and opinions tested and chosen for us to take like pills to drown in water digesting food for thought as emotional substitution in memories so well taught by social lesson to later confess the shame in merely giving in to a careless system… to throw ourselves back out of this technological pool is folly to say the least as advancement has placed us at a predatory apex where this so-called enlightened civilization dangles as a lure upon this sacred fish resembling more of the deep-dwelling variety roaming the watery darknesses with their sharpened fangs and senses attuned to this murky abyss, searching though unaware of larger creatures whose attraction to prey-luring prey brings them stalking slowly close to track the movements making the largest of waves another agent as slave to a greater cosmic ‘schreme’ (pronounced like ‘scream’; meaning a scheme whose base objective is so horrible as to make one scream out loud in atrocity), but generally we never seem to think this at all out of the ordinary even when the easiest answers might not always be the case…

Thanks, khet.