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to profess or confess?

we seek and we shall find but the freak inside tries to hide out where all the lost elements are found inside the ethers with the rest of the memories that shift and define our secured handle on things like this we conceive of as righteous even when shown evidence to counter the argument as corrected by people who believe in themselves as witness to the massive upheaval always tilling the soil of our hearts raw and infused with the churning process in mind to exploit the values of the ground we walk upon, them are they that have yet to develop beyond a larval state where the odd blank slate gets filled as experience scrawls upon the walls of the personal psyche with permanent marker though as thoughts tread fast it is this random impulse at a time feeling as if this programming were certain and we can put absolute trust in any concept that hasn’t yet allowed itself to evolve because of the cacophony all those castrating voices carry within this network of symbols connecting the archetypes of a consciousness embedded Here if as it appears to be is not already too good to be true, but we never have an adequate gauge of this in a system trying its’ damnedest to get our reasoning chained to the popular opinions of an auto-piloted day and age while we channel the changing programs through our soul stuff that leaks out fluctuating inside as much outside of the complex head we’re all within as consciousness subsumes who it is we think could be ourselves even though there are a few non-personal bits of evidence to really prove it as the self-evident truth… the true self is mythic in proportion to that actual human being when we were starting as still learning what it means to be as a human trying to understand anything through all opposing of viewpoint standing within sight of the horizon blazing edges of gold against the blue certain that this is the way it would always be even as dreams reveal a greater reservoir of knowledge than the merely human can fathom as experience and information are differing parts of the same business, imagine a professional as a bold independent who chooses their jobs based upon the experience accrued though certainly not afraid to take on new ways of working that adapt easily to this previous understanding while the scientist or scholar is more keen to learn to analyze the information passive and surrounding us at all times as particulates assembled in the darkness of the ultraquiot whose resistance against the classic paradigm of order is unlike any other jurisfiction, but there is not one way of mastery or becoming superior over such a force of nature as children of this same machine we must move forward through fear and courage to reach up into the heart of the fury which are these eras and aeons we live within sorting out your messy details until there is nothing left but the effect we have on each other while lost in this meantime confessional discretional while thoughtful and hopeful for something more than this alone…

Thanks, khet.