only indoctrinated gods look alike
when they’re gone, it’s fr, no resolution; untouchable; narratives from whatever perspectives that claim to be real , now cemented, but like the cement, they chip away as time goes by.
everything changes fast, everything is changing ; everything! and nothing is required to take you into the next moment ; feelings, thoughts and memories, just to understand now. the next moment.
when you’re almost home, you begin to walk in the rain ,where others still have have ground to cover, they better get to jogging or drench.
good or bad, the best minds are national assets. we should as a society be able to leverage whatever they bring to the table, rather than quick to condemn over a few chinks. they are only a slight deviation away from what you claim to be as a human.
this vinyl of life spins at time’s pace, your body is the pin, you are the music.
you know we (both) pop out just inside the past few decades . into this observation for what we can only claim yes everything observable and current age we can estimate, but after death we are no longer timekeepers . the concept collapses, unless now persists and this state is but a dream.
very few care about the nuances in communication—they are entirely different people, different worlds, experiencing different points in time; from this view, most are likely to lean more into the existence of telepathy, they assume or overlook any uncomfortable nuances. most are enlightened when almost giftwrapped insights are provided and mirror those overlooked nuances that exist deep within.
mediocre hires or partnerships are an insult to efforts and expectations that came before.
the gap spans to images we see when we hear certain words; images (if any) unique to only one experience.