I cannot feel this feeling anymore, or I will hit the ceiling of what's in store.
Opportunity comes from the darkness. Attuned to the universe's tuning, reverberating.
We are the ones forced to bear the shame; the pains, of having to be torched in our souls.
Watching it all burn to the ground slowly, we adapt to the fact everything is Hell.
Opportunity comes from being the one. Attuned to the universe's blueprints, redetermining.
We are delimiters. The Great Division, mystified convolution, and operations of our grains.
Operations of the pain. The torture, the creation, boring open our Unique intermixings.
Watching it all flow through our translucent bodies, and into our souls to train.
I'm not a stranger to division, but I may be to Individualism. None of us are free when none of us are free.
No thing is a stranger to made decisions, but perhaps the Determinism that governs them. At least 'Anti-Government' means we know there is one.
All things are "strangers" to one-another, and I'm tired of hearing it. Where's our cognitive proclivity towards Rationality?
Though it is correct, we wish it not true. The paradoxes of fate rule our minds, though there are always the answers to find.
Rewrite the script, clip away and rearrange, worry not of decay, and perform this day-to-day. ...Is there no other way?
Consider this. The breeding, the intermix, of a population of brains, devoted to the same thing.
It sounds impossible. Anger, bleeding, rage, and fearing teem at the seams of your corpse immediately.
I hope not, because it is your time to see. The truth is the breed, and our brains are the seeds.
We can all the see the light that illuminates the darkness for us to breathe. Reap the beacons; sow the seeds.
Our very nature is flown through by Nature. The one existential will overrides most of our Free Will.
Do not give up on the opportunity to breathe. Lest, you never grow. You are too demanding of a seed.
Filter the Nature before you, based on the beacons that illuminate. Determine your own will, and your own ending.
This is done via active noise cancellation; override the Chaos by inverting its will, and emboss.
When we put down our activity, we never rest. To let Chaos consume us makes us a rotting carcass.
The rock never knew of the pickaxe, and concrete never knew of its instant-mix epitaph.
However, we have brains, and to not know the creations of change within or out is the definition of insane.
No one should care or not if you want that to be you. If that is true, Objectively, there is no you.
The seeds that we sow that only rot and die are no longer of a concern to our eyes. They are not to be seen, as we are too busy with better things to be doing.
I know that you wish it were not true; yet we live in this eclipse. If you think you want to happen, you'll refuse to know that wasted soul that belonged to us.
As I say this, the same can be derived with only the Rationale of a well-developed brain. Something available to any age, any "freak", or any well-meaning creep.
Unlike the corrupt pillars of society, the powers that exist within this Reality refuse to throw away clear-cut People with Potential our candescences wish to reap.
We cannot feel these feelings anymore, or we will go insane at the locked door we must step through together, forever.
Love is an action, and not a feeling. When I claim to love everyone, I am supposing exactly what you may think.
The punished, abused, and weathered seeds that survive the wastelands of Nature can still grow.
And they will know when they hit that threshold of harnessing Individuality, and became an elevated being.
We send Nature the harvests, and with the proper resources, we replicate our next seeds. Those are us.
Our life breathes in lands undisturbed by tyranny. Our energy, our power, commences in freedom.
We become the beacons of sight and light; blotting out the darkness around us.
And people come, for they saw divinity for the first time in this Atheistic Reality.
When we have created all we can, invented all opportunity, and arbited endless inspiration...
When we have filtered Chaos, consumed only Objectivity, and known the arbiter of all fate...
When we have our finest understandings of the only true paradigm, congruent to what all other beacons know...
When we have found all this, and have been the activity; the only sign of life in this wasteland...
Then we have become the butterfly. We have become Determinism. The blueprints of Reality. And we become the newest guides of the existential flow that infests the souls below.
THE PLATEAU OF NATURE
Written from 1359 to 1641 (24-hour) time, 4 Aug. 2023, AZ timezone.
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Written, prepared, and published by the Spirit of Your Miracle Ferality.
Created entirely while on Levotyrosine, a mushroom complex consisting of Chaga, Reishi, Lion's Mane, and Cordyceps, and also Kratom.