My age is irrelevant.
I said that at 13, again at 25, 37...
How irrelevant?
No one ever asked. There is great concern in how right we are, how wrong we are, how much we do, how much we have achieved, how many helped, what inclusions do you have here or there, but never peace. The race towards death has become a monolith in itself. This one represents all the things that are wrong with humanity.
Seldom in nature -humankind being part of nature until robotics transcend us- do you see any being, creature, formation, or other thing belonging to the former alone. Is there a reason for it? Truly, I do not know nor dare attempt a search. On the basis of the things that have existed, matched and compared with those in existence today, I cannot speak for what no longer is, but can rightly say that delusions carry the nature of a being into the submission of being interested in living. For if there was a thing to learn about something that no longer is, perhaps the secret is not in the successes that drove it to extinction, the failures that narrate its demise, but the circumstances wherein every situation turned unto itself could have had a most favorable or decadent outcome; perhaps our answers lie therein lurking in the light we stare at with little wonder for what lies inside merely because we know the outcome of starting into the light, the blindness that it will cause, thus truncating the glimpse that could have otherwise been the true light for ever extinguished.
I am a being of many tongues and not because of the languages I speak, the truths I believe I know, or the present understanding of the unraveling of scenarios. I am a being of many tongues not because of a physical property that can be used as a partial excuse for alienation. I am a being of many tongues merely because I say so.
I am not what I say, become what I think, or manifest what I imagine, to do that I would have to control...too many variables. I exist, I live, I think, I help, and then I coward. The things I teach my brother today, through the eyes of circumstance, no matter how plain, true, transparent, or simple, will become the intrinsic web of lies we stumble on day in and day on because it does fall on someone else once we live and leave the picture. Too easy do we go about life making decisions without making them, taking responsibility, but not taking responsibility, because for every moment lived, how many lives do we touch and thus circumstances affect!
I said that at 13, again at 25, 37...
How irrelevant?
No one ever asked. There is great concern in how right we are, how wrong we are, how much we do, how much we have achieved, how many helped, what inclusions do you have here or there, but never peace. The race towards death has become a monolith in itself. This one represents all the things that are wrong with humanity.
Seldom in nature -humankind being part of nature until robotics transcend us- do you see any being, creature, formation, or other thing belonging to the former alone. Is there a reason for it? Truly, I do not know nor dare attempt a search. On the basis of the things that have existed, matched and compared with those in existence today, I cannot speak for what no longer is, but can rightly say that delusions carry the nature of a being into the submission of being interested in living. For if there was a thing to learn about something that no longer is, perhaps the secret is not in the successes that drove it to extinction, the failures that narrate its demise, but the circumstances wherein every situation turned unto itself could have had a most favorable or decadent outcome; perhaps our answers lie therein lurking in the light we stare at with little wonder for what lies inside merely because we know the outcome of starting into the light, the blindness that it will cause, thus truncating the glimpse that could have otherwise been the true light for ever extinguished.
I am a being of many tongues and not because of the languages I speak, the truths I believe I know, or the present understanding of the unraveling of scenarios. I am a being of many tongues not because of a physical property that can be used as a partial excuse for alienation. I am a being of many tongues merely because I say so.
I am not what I say, become what I think, or manifest what I imagine, to do that I would have to control...too many variables. I exist, I live, I think, I help, and then I coward. The things I teach my brother today, through the eyes of circumstance, no matter how plain, true, transparent, or simple, will become the intrinsic web of lies we stumble on day in and day on because it does fall on someone else once we live and leave the picture. Too easy do we go about life making decisions without making them, taking responsibility, but not taking responsibility, because for every moment lived, how many lives do we touch and thus circumstances affect!
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