Every man and woman (yes, there are such simple realities). Each and every man and woman are born with a universe in their minds. A brain being the the television; portal to a reality that really does exist.

What happens when people gather and mix? A world of so many possibilities with so many outcomes until it all becomes history.

Of course, history always seems to repeat itself whether remembered or forgot. It repeats because each man and woman tunes into reality as if discovered for the first time.

Some people believe in love, hope, God. Some people believe in only themselves. Some people pee on themselves and drool while playing with their own shit. So many wonderful worlds colliding into each other.

Mass murder. Death. Birth. Hate. Love. War. Peace. Different channels for every man and woman’s mind to choose and tune into.

Mental illness… A medical condition whereas the body is altered from chemical poisoning, DNA mutations, environmental conditions? But does that change the reality of the mind?

Scientists try to unlock the ‘secrets’ of the brain much like a television repair man used to look inside a television and change out the burnt tubes and today, a television repair man or woman, cannot fix today’s television. They can only plug/unplug/replace. For an everyday television, it is a choice between working (life) or not working (death)

New televisions are made every day. New men and women are born everyday. Televisions change. The minds of humans are exactly as they were and have been for time going back to when the concept of time started.

Interesting. The technology of mankind ‘seems’ to be changing and evolving. The physical traits of humanity are changing and evolving also… But the mind? The world of reality? Is it changing also?

Some people of various ideology say, “No.” Some say, “Yes.”

For the human species though, the correct answer is, “Yes,” for some individuals, and, “No,” for the rest of the herd. And thus the problem and answer.

Worlds are born every day and worlds die everyday and thus, in the end, history repeats itself.

This shell enjoys watching the world of man. It is amazed at how some worlds combine and make beautiful music, such as a symphony. Or the individual world blessed with the ability to see and make beautiful art.

This shell also is amazed as how the art of war is practiced. Sometimes raw and instant. Other time’s; subtle and with hidden meanings of ‘peaceful’ intentions.

It does not matter really as today will be replaced with tomorrow. There will be wars and rumors of war. Some men and woman will try and make this world of soil and nature, a better one. Some men and woman will try and destroy this world of soil and nature.

And one day, far, far, faaaaaar, into the future, history will change course. It will not repeat itself. It will be wonderful. So very wonderful.  i know this to be true as my world is of that world, and definitely not this world of men and woman still peering into the reality they have been born with.