Friday, August 3, 2018
We all should remember who and where we are in this universe. We should all find ourselves alone in a high place. This place should have special meaning to us... maybe it's a place or maybe it's a place inside our mind(s)... and both are real. From this place we should spend time looking up in the sky and to reflect on our moves in life and how these moves may or may not be causing... dismay. And in the background we can remind ourselves as we spin ourselves around and around trying to make a decision about something minor in nature, that we are riding on a mode of dust suspended in a sunbeam in a universe so vast, so violently large that no man can currently express it using normal language. For some, a long life is like a sentence to do time in a self-imposed cage of ritualized existence. For these people, life is a particular kind of hell. For others, a short life is long enough. For in that time they have gifted this world with enough and it is done. For those people, that was good enough, thank you and goodbye. Be genuine in your nature and know the wolves will be watching you.
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