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a Wild Window to the World.

there are things that a person must prepare themselves for as the years wear on, and faith in a personal mission has to be clear and defined to the person, for what other reason does a person have a place in this world?… we are small vessels to be sure, “floating” on the bloodstream/ mainstream flow of life common to the everyday now, and every now and then picking up pieces of knowledge that were never within the range of perception before… the pieces of the puzzling situation we are in come to us like oddly-shaped items that otherwise have no place in this cosmic tapestry fallen like a curtain all around us in our pocket of space/ time, our planet is only bound in words and beliefs that render the Gaia circuit retarded by any means of its own without humanity, but this is the rogue belief that has infested the system up until this time… filling the halls of power with animals and killers to cull the herd into place for the right timing of the slaughter like the next fascist plague were coming soon, but the decree of the people takes the rancid mind of the politician to tar and feather its depraved tendency to manipulate others, to suck and drain vital energies from the rest of this sordid mess that humanity has allowed themselves to become… we suffer so that others ay have more than their fair share with which to dispose of in some garbage bin on the streets, but maybe this is the new ecosystem corrupted by humanity’s urge to discard and then recycle what we have refused back into the system, what happens when we throw away more than we can reuse?… it takes on a life form of its own to mirror and mock the human plague into rationalizing their reasons for dirtying the earth so easily, our defeat comes in the guise of our own humane acceptance of being obsolete in guiding this human thing any further down the right path without completely disregarding the motions of those before us… this is the civilized thing to do perhaps, to just give up and realize what we are, and what we are doing to ourselves and the planet as long as we are Here… the terrible wants that our humanity has allowed to spawn, has instilled within our latest brand of humanity a sense of paranoia for protecting the self that has never been quite as defined as it is now, and we are afraid of anything differing from what we are familiar with might entail for us personally… use of the so many different things to distract our attention from what stares at us from a million miles away, the sedation of humanity has been a disjointed endeavor that never quite works as fully as the powers that be might wish, and mind control is only partially effective in ways that disturb any ethical opinions by negative attrition… control is the demonic compound that presses upon us to make our minds and bodies work harder, whether in conjunction or separate from the rest of the collected masses as lone wolves in the system, and we are subject to the various arts and modes of control used against us on a daily basis… we are merely babies trying to make the most out of what we think we know is out there, but we allow our stupidity to take on new aspects of detail before we can rationally explain the contents of its formulae used to express what is beyond our experience, as a species that takes advantage of its newness we are to be left in the lurch if we do not embrace our stupidity in order to move on to what comes next… some call for a regression back to beasts where we all once were before a conscious effort had ever taken place on our part, a primacy hatched out of the world egg alone without the proper tutelage to command the forces around it, but we have moved so far into a far-fetched future where no one could have imagined the details we live through now until the culture of hero worship that culminated… the words don’t mean anything to those who use them to communicate, they are devices to be retained as ammunition to cut short the blasphemy of humanity that we participate in as though it were a massive game where the pieces mean less than the plot to win used by the players, and words are the bullets that hit harder in the mind than the body that tries to fall apart anyway as the time goes on to shape the human meat… telepathic mind bullets that can kill a thoughtful creature from miles away, but that remains ineffective until such a time that more creatures move closer to edge of subjective awareness by the individual as it explores the natural extension of life into its many diverse facets, whether so above or so below as it is Here merely a holographic projection to formulate a thesis on the functional role of humanity in the present through to the next future landscapes…

Thanks, khet.