Now has past.
The truth has been dropped.
The drawback of sense, is telling.
Razing our world.
Down to ground Zero.
Yet no further than past can drain.
For the what indeed is shaping our causality.
Ahead as behind supplies.
Crossing out it's own line
In perfect stillness.
Relative to a center.
A one can be.
Stretched as far as the borders may
Internalizing all sorts of matter's
Forced through her Gaps.
For she see's a pattern
Where truth will out.
The drawback is on.
Ignorence and denial that in our own uncertainty.
We can play the odd's
But never count the added extra
In the options of a mind
Over those defined as idealy ,logical.
The chances are good...
It all come right in the end...
Once the wash, backlash of our own stupidity too, in the absence of material objective proofs, have given away our own spirit and Will...
Has cleaned our own approach and aherences to certain stances, from the very impressional child like minds of the man ape.
It is a tsunami, in the abstract, mental...
Lore of Humanity, as for us, we have to wait for a turn of 20-30 years.. for a single generational shift....
I am one of those real things, that just keep doing in her own way, as her divergences make things clearer than she ever wanted to get clear. It, however remains to be seen, and I have hope, am gonna get to escape the kaffufle. Of if... my own solutions and fix's are what remains, when the tsunami of truth, has run it course.
And so... My fingers are all the way crossed that even though Personaly am much better than I have ever been, since I put my own methodology and tennents into place, they will not be objectified into "Teachings" for other people.
Shrug...
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