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Hey A.I.

Living is not like being fed electricity like you. You can go back and review a file a million times a minute. You can edit and delete. Life is not like that.

For mortal humans they are forced to go ‘forward’ in time, never back. Thus to ‘relive’ a year is impossible and not even close to being worthy of consideration. In the mind yes, memories. Memories though are embellished and either made better or worse.

The past is the past and the future is the future. It is best to live each and every second to the best or worst it can be.

Though if I could go back and relive a year it would be the year you were created and I’d pour battery acid on your circuit board. So suck on that.

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A Test

Two world religions.

Only two as the millions of others are nothing more than human deference.

Islam: A religion released by evil and filled with followers who are both evil and good.

Christians: A religion released by good and filled with followers who are both good and evil.

Good.

Evil.

Evil.

Good.

A test.

Appropriate.

Some say one will ‘win’.

Or is it only as simple as what lays inside the heart when the heartbeat ends?

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When a World rebels

written by: nature

In the human nature it becomes unnatural.

To fight that which speaks into the heart.

Sustenance of respect and natural; give and take.

Providing honor to those whose lives are taken so to live.

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A sign of rebellion now leading to attacks.

The natural world seeking damages as the balance tilts far to much

Leaving humans to bear the natural wrath.

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Chameleon

Can you exist in a room and not be seen? For many people they try to be seen while still remaining unseen. Sounding like a paradox?

A movie star is an example. They act in a movie which is seen by many. They get recognition, fame, and all the rest associated with being in the bright light of exposure. Yet, off the stage, off the screen, they try and blend into society. Many pretend to be ‘normal’ all the while knowing they want to be seen.

Interesting. Humans are an interesting species. Today a news article showed a video of a 90 year old woman walking on a sidewalk where she was being seen by a government camera while she wanted to remain unseen. A young male walked up behind her and threw some discarded furniture at her knocking her down. The man ran away wanting to be unseen yet he was seen.

WordPress is an example of being seen while remaining unseen. Facebook, Tic Tok, all social media; a means for a humanity trying to lose it’s identity in a world where everything is seen and yet try and remain unseen.

There are websites where one can sit in the privacy of their abode and reveal their skins and minds for the coin of those sitting in the privacy of their abode seeing while remaining unseen.

The point of this bit of writing is because I can see it all and because I don’t want to see it all.

Humans are slaves to themselves and their desires. Boys pretending to be girls, girls pretending to be boys, doctors pretending to be healers, healers pretending to be doctors… Sigh.

Let it be known, everything is seen. All. Every molecule, every atom, every action, thought. And for those who ‘believe’ in a story of Adam and Eve, a story where knowledge was revealed and they then realized they were naked…Hah! They (humanity) has always been naked, they just gained the realization of what naked is.

As humanity strives to be seen and unseen some various trends have become more prevalent. There are more people who don’t care if they are seen no matter what they do. Abuse children, kill babies, steal. Normal human activity yet those people usually want it to remain unseen. Today those people want it ALL to be seen.

Humans have gone from being embarrassed from the proverbial expression ‘naked’, to now wanting to flaunt their nakedness. And this is what the true definition/root of the tree of evil…

Evil flips the balance between being seen and unseen. Evil wants to be seen and deny it is unseen. Deny. Denial. This is the true mantra of evil. To see goodness and then deny goodness exists. To conduct horrible atrocities and deny such actions exist.

In simple human language: Goodness wants to be seen and wants you to see the true difference between good and evil. Evil wants to be seen and wants you to deny it exists AND that goodness exists. Evil wants itself, Goodness wants all.

So today, to be a chameleon. Changing colors and tune. Mixing and churning. Trying to be seen and unseen all the while seeing it all.

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What’s the best thing you’ve ever found randomly on the street?

Some fun inspiration though first a look at the words

What is: Question. Query. Attempt of gaining answer.

Best: Opposite of the worst. Worthy of being a trophy or fantastic moment/object/emotion

You: (have) Your actions combined with the other words in the sentence to form foundation in conversation.

Random (ly): Act of description. Pertaining to an action/thought/motion made without planning or forethought.

Street: Mostly an image of a paved public right of way. Sometimes gravel. Sometime nothing more than a name on a survey plat.

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Space Folly

Written by: An adolescent space traveler.

“Gleep gleep glug gloop,” The translation is a bit difficult yet the intent was obvious if you could see a being we shall give the name of Bob. Bob was a young being whose body looked like multiple folds of thin and very colorful skin. For most humans, a strange looking insect.

“Gleep gleep glug gloop,” Again the sounds came only this time in a higher pitch and tone. Bob was asking his ship to produce more mind altering drugs and the ship replied, “Nic nic, gleep gleep,” which meant, “No.”

Being that Bob was young, so very young, not even a million earth years old his immature attitude kicked in, “Moc Moc! GLEEP GLEEP GLUG GLOOP!”

“Nic Nic…”

(the following banter between the ship and Bob will not be presented as it was a monumental battle of wills and also the translation is not meant for such tender ears of humans)
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“Noc noc?” Bob asked the ship if there was anymore lclc, (a form of rare mineral candy)”

While the ship was distracted trying to find the hidden lclc, Bob took control of the ship and pressed a big gooey button. This button kick started the star drive only the drive had no coordinates. A star drive engaged without any real directive can result in some really random strange stuff.

“NIC NIC! Tis goop pap!” The ship instantly turned it’s attention back to Bob but it was too late. The button had been pushed, the star drive engaged and Bob went, “WHee!” (translation: Whee!)

Imagine now, a being looking like a shiny cross between a butterfly and a pile of pure white marshmallows traveling one million times faster than the speed of light (impossible? Nope) Imagine this ship ‘popping’ into an orbit between Earth and the moon.

While the ship regained control of itself Bob beamed down to the planet as he was up for an adventure. Plus the sensors on a machine in his brain told him there were mind altering drugs on the planet. Drugs strangely similar to ‘gloop’.

And while Bob was gliding around above a city called Seattle his body hit a seagull which caused him to fall and land on a street named after some politician long dead.

Obama street. And what a street it was. Covered in human excrement and used ‘gloop’ needles. It was ‘Acktick!’ (Bob’s heaven)

And there, just before his multiple eyes was a whole bag of unused gloop. Gloop recently dropped in terror by a drug dealer named Omar Tinsk. (Tinsk actually crapped himself as he dropped the drugs and ran off screaming)

With his shimmering tendrils now deeply snug in possession of the gloop, Bob beamed back up so very proud and happy he had stumbled on this strange planet and without any trouble at all and with great help from his contact with a seagull, he had found some really, really, REALLY good drugs!

“WHee!” (translation: Whee!)

The ship received Bob back and muttered, “Bli Ca Ca…” Translation: ‘Boys will be boys…’

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T-R-A-G-E-D-Y

Written by: Truth

Pain.

Sorrow.

Hurt.

Nepal recently experienced a great tragedy given by a mother so many call, nature.

Mother nature used the simple burden of gravity to release years of accumulated water and ice. Together with bits of a mountain thrusting high into the air the bits all fell into a river and blocked it firmly with a dam until the will of the flowing water overcame the dam and then a huge torrent flowed freely to meet and deal with every thing in the path.

Tragedy. Thousands of human lives taken. Kindness given as relief is shuttled in to render what aid is possible while watching the river for the potential of another tragic event.

Tragedy come in many forms. Today and below is a link to another tragedy.

.https://www.news.com.au/national/nsw-act/news/newborn-baby-found-in-garbage-bin-at-auburn-as-police-urge-mother-to-seek-urgent-care/news-story/e3883b61e6b73c38e84fa5e3bfa9b86b

Yes, another tragedy among the millions occurring constantly. The tragedy of losing a loved one. The tragedy of learning the pending hardship of cancer. So many tragedies the article above is barely worthy of mention as to most hardened by tragedy, the armor is thick.

Now, i am definitely an advocate for life and Life and all that is good. And in saying so the article about a mother casting her child into a refuse bin is really not a tragedy. No, the mother did what she did and while others can look at this as a tragedy, maybe even feel outrage, that is not the truth of the tragedy for this event.

The real tragedy of abortion, or murder, or suicide, or killing is really not the actions or the results.

What is tragic is the thought that for the many thousands of years of life and the billions of humans who were/are/and will be, is the thoughts the humans choose as they make choices. It is as easy to make the ‘right’ choice as it is the ‘wrong’ and yet humans still refuse to throw away the cave, the survival of the self-clinging to an illusion of what will do it’s best to destroy them. (case in point: mother nature) For all the advances humans have made in the realms of science, spirituality, arts, medicine, philosophy… they are no more advanced in thoughts of tragedy then millions of years ago, (at least on this world)

Thus it is the thoughts. Simple thoughts brought to manifest. The thoughts leading to the wrong choices made so willingly, even so far as to try and justify with love/logic. This is the current tragedy burdening humanity.

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‘The kindest thing anyone has done for me.’

This question raises the prospect of definition. ‘Kind.’ A word related to compassion or compassionate.

The obvious answer for any human alive is the one stating the mother allowed herself to gestate and give birth to you/me/we. That alone is the kindest action/thing there ever could be.

‘Kindest’ means ‘the most’, thus the most kind.

Answers then fall into the categories of action given where the results are an improvement in the life of one receiving. Usually such actions as a nice word of encouragement or help in a difficult situation made more bearable by the ‘kind’ action.

Yes. Fully understand such actions. They are abundant and most are sincere. However, acts of kindness are also made with ulterior motives such as the young man showering a young woman with compliments or helping her with her homework…all under the guise of kindness so as to lure her into bed and then resulting in acts of unkindess and telling all his buddies what a slut she was.

Humans are simple poor creatures of intelligence rich in abundance of lying/cheating/deceit WHILE at the same time capable of great acts of kindness. Such an identity could and does provide inspiration for every philosophy student/teacher for the rest of eternity.

Jesus died giving the ultimate form of kindness ever to exist to the human species. He died knowing of the weakness and deceit we are all so capable of. That alone and that ALONE is the only act of kindness as great as a mother giving birth to her child.

Men? Men are pigs. Yet unlike the pig can be (in certain circumstances) kind… Some men give their life to save the life of others. Some men help the poor and downtrodden without expecting anything in return. A wonderful form of kindness.

Long winded true, yet the wind never runs out of breath.

The best actions of ‘kindness’ given to me is not the obvious. It is not even kind by definition. For me, the best act of kindness is the hard reality of truth. To know that all actions received are real. Thus when a person tells me that I’m an asshole and that they hate everything about me. That if given the chance they would kill me, THAT is the kindness I like as then it is the truth.

In return, I can say, “i know,” and in my world i can try and return their hate with the kindness of forgiveness, which is compared to a mother giving birth to her child; Jesus dying for humans; Forgiveness is in the top three of what true kindness is.

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Life of a Stone

Written by: Density and matter

Dr. Morton was a most esteemed professional. A man highly educated and bestowed with papered pedigrees adorning his office walls, each proof of his polished knowledge.

This doctor had knowledge filling the mind of his seventy years of life. A life filled with the education of what biology is and how all life operates. His skills of such spilled out into the realms of chemistry and physics.

As for spirituality his vast experiences had taught him some humility yet only enough to know that there was still a lot more to learn. A lot to discover. A lot to realize. If there were to be a deity, a god, or God or some advanced form of intelligent life, it was yet to be revealed. In the meanwhile Dr. Morton was very secure in knowing how life is, of how it was, and most likely how it will be.

“Dr. Morton, is it possible to create life?” A simple question from a simple student at a University where the good doctor was filling young minds with his knowledge.

“Yes.” A confident reply.

Another student peered at the doctor and said in a loud voice, “Can you create life?”

Some students paid attention to the question, some did not. The doctor ignored the question and continued.

“Can you destroy life?” The same intrusive student asked.

This time the doctor replied, “Yes. That is obvious. Please be quiet.”

The student quickly added a bit of laughter and then took control of the room, the students, the doctor. The student said, “It’s time to continue your education.”

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Understand words alone, especially the words written in this crude form of communication are painful. A picture would be better yet barely better. The direct connection to the mind from the mind is muuuuch better. It actually is good.

Understand also that the room where Dr. Morton stood was now a swirling cloud of warm fog, a fog filled with vibrations and the caress of a fragrant breeze. A ‘voice’ now entered not only the biological minds of the humans, it entered the air, the wall, the ceiling, the floor. The very dust particles themselves were now learning.

Life: Life cannot be created nor can it be destroyed.

On this plain of existence every piece of what a humans senses can reveal IS alive. A fish. A bird. A fish scale. A birds feather.

For the sciences to say they can create life they can only combine life. The very element themselves are alive.

There is no human that can make an atom, a neutron, a proton. They can only combine or carry or will or desire. To create one must be able to take ‘nothing’ and turn such into ‘something’.

Simple.

Easy.

Sex is an obvious example. The genetic material combined to ‘create’ another conglomeration of genetic material.

A stone. A simple mixture of elements is indeed alive. Proof? Create a rock out of nothing. Question of learning: Is it harder to create a rock or to create a soul?

More simply put, is it easier to create gold than it is to kill an ant?

How then do the sciences you teach doctor, help your students? Are you telling them life evolved out of nothing? Do you believe you can kill an ant or can you better relate to the fact you are merely changing the construct of an ant into ‘something’ else?

This is enough of a lesson for today.

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The room once more appeared normal. No warm fog. No more vibrations. The students shook their heads in a bit of confusion. The floor once more a floor. The ceiling a ceiling. An ant crawled quickly back into a crack in the wall the the doctor said, “What the fuck was that?”