Insight and insanity fight for peace among the synapse bushes that our tribe calls Home. Oh, but to be whisked away from the toil and drudgery of mere subsistence into a blue cloud of perfect belonging. But such dream worlds must wait, here and now is the battleground of this frisky soul so deeply embedded in the holy flesh of existence. A great universe has great need, and we are like petals toward the rising sun.
In other news: Our ancient chicane continues to despoil the fruits of our labors endured. For it is one thing to seek comfort against a sea of turmoil, and quite another to get one's hand stuck in the recliner grasping for the remote. The point is a matter of degree of awareness concerning security issues.
What fortune bears for us my dear Our tales untold unfolding? What future bodes for those here Whose hearts we are holding?
"It is pretty obvious that the debasement of the human mind caused by a constant flow of fraudulent advertising is no trivial thing." - Raymond Chandler
Into the shifting mindscape churning I am cast. Slowly rolling along with the flow go I, musing upon the multi-colored reflections swirling before me like the luminous glaze of soap bubbles floating into a summer sky. Time becomes a matter of depth perception and one's ability to retain pertinent records concerning said accounts. Qualities of experience vary, but that is usually due to a lack of application of basic principles of human memory retention. Thoughts that are not properly stored are bound to difficult to retrieve.
Acceptance
Turn in a circle Spin on a curve Across a surface Calculate swerve
Elements in transit What we understand Semblance demands it So we do all we can
Yearn for tomorrow Leave yesterday behind All our pain and sorrow Far from heart and mind
"There is no greater impediment to the advancement of knowledge than the ambiguity of words." - Thomas Reid (1710-1769), Scottish philosopher
Possibilities are beyond intriguing whence one understands there is nothing to fear. This twisted facade that preoccupies so many of us daily grows rather tawdry and immature. The fabric of time grows thin, as does the space between us. Clarification becomes less a goal than a lifestyle. Evidence encourages sensibility, which in turn explains not only cause, but motivation. Silly fearmongers, deception is for no one! The texture of love in balance stirs the soul. Duality is much more enjoyable as an option. This little train may fly around the moon occasionally, but believe you-me, when we hear that old station whistle blow, don't think twice, it's alright.
Sweet little dream of mine As ubiquitous as she is fine Completing me in my mind As ridiculous as it is sublime
Slipping steadily across a faceless universe Keeps me guessing what is better or worse Reaching readily for any blessing or curse Or resting a bit before it goes in reverse
Sweet little dream of mine As profane as she is divine Separate from me in my mind As inane as it is amaranthine
Weave we will until said web is woven. Argue the merits of where-with-all as you will, but cast no shadow upon future truth unknown. This riddle is not so much a query, as an invitation to a very small surprise party... if we're lucky. For those awaiting random salmon from above to activate personal epiphanies, perhaps my analogy lacks sufficient impact. Regardless, on every level there is art to expose ourselves to whilst meandering from cause to comfort.
In the fine form of normal dualities, that of truth and lies, reliance upon reason weighs heavily. The ability to perceive extreme notions and categorically differentiate and label these thought/experiences in a relatively limitless storage facility seems to give rise to a certain amount of fantasy. While fault or falsehood remains in question, one thing is certain, the effect of said circumstance goes far beyond project objectives.
ever after
I remember heaven Like it was yesterday Knowledge was let in When I turned astray
I remember innocence But only in retrospect Knowing is the difference Between cause and effect
I remember realization Nothing is as it seems We are the creation Living in our dreams
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"Here we may reign secure; and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven." - Milton, Paradise Lost
The vicarious absolutism endeared herein is not necessarily out of sync with commercial interests. Lest we be regarded not a whit more valued than a discarded hygiene towelette, let me be emphatic. Certain well-placed characters are the key to unlocking the mysterious labyrinth of this reality-distortion field of furious inconsistency. Such hoopla is the stock in trade of many a well-respected shill, therefore, with no further ado, sink your teeth into this meat garden for the mind! Elementar
Why do the rippling winds rake so? Inside my skin I sense their influence Embroiling my overwhelmed soul
Why does that fat sun shine so hot? My iris allows light to show insight But is this the vision I sought?
Why will the world spin endlessly? My small part is the art of adaptation To remembering all that will be
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"If it be now, ’tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come; the readiness is all. "
- William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Tragedy of Hamlet Prince of Denmark
Insight and insanity fight for peace among the synapse bushes that our tribe calls Home. Oh, but to be whisked away from the toil and drudgery of mere subsistence into a blue cloud of perfect belonging. But such dream worlds must wait, here and now is the battleground of this frisky soul so deeply embedded in the holy flesh of existence. A great universe has great need, and we are like petals toward the rising sun.
