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Readers have such a huge choice of what to read it staggers the imagination. From parchment evolving into mass produced wood fibers. Electronic computers to neon static.

Readers read in comfortable formats. Their minds are trained and hardwired as to how to read. Some cultures read from right to left, some from left to right. Up and down. Pictures in place of letters. Even to ‘read’ with music as even the notes of music are something read.

Today the inspiration is totally from the night travels in a format very comfortable to me but painful for most readers. And it is good it is this way.
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Readers have such a huge choice of what to read it staggers the imagination. From parchment evolving into mass produced wood fibers. Electronic computers to neon static.

Readers read in comfortable formats. Their minds are trained and hardwired as to how to read. Some cultures read from right to left, some from left to right. Up and down. Pictures in place of letters. Even to ‘read’ with music as even the notes of music are something read.

Today the inspiration is totally from the night travels in a format very comfortable to me but painful for most readers. And it is good it is this way.
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and this is why it is… this way.

so few can even come close to understanding

as such, clothed entirely in whispers of wind softly existing with me.

looped for some, lost to most, lead by a heart beating,.,

West Wing Moment

Music and bells

Air filled with

‘Ding Ding Ding’

Today, the Sun fingered the sky

within

mirth and laughter.

Oatmeal quickly turns into

Dust dissolves in when wet

and sometimes i wish my mind would turn off.

Many think time flows in one direction. This is not hard to reason as it is easy to see life be brought into existence, age, reproduce, age until the cells no longer replicate or the DNA becomes corrupt and then death.

Much like a foot race where a fresh sprinter shoots out at great speed. Expending much energy and focused upon the finish line.

Do the many that think time flows in one direction ever realize time is flowing in the opposite direction at the same ‘time’ it flows in another?

Maybe they do not because they have become too comfortable with this world and the body they occupy. Maybe they have just become creatures of habit. As such they could or would never even consider such ‘folly’.

i find it strange when everything around us is so very obvious. Some call it fate or destiny. Some call it mental illness. Some give title to such as, philosophy, religion, insanity…

i call it, Life. as such i do not nor will i ever fear Death. For me, Time is a means of definition to help those who do not allow themselves to be freed. As such, and with a hearty bellow i smile in silence again today to travel and gather calmness from the center of all being.

Creatures communicate. Of this one simple fact it is apparent. People talk to people. Animals of all sorts speak to each other. Even plants communicate. Can we agree that creatures communicate? That you communicate?

Contrary. Opposing dissent. Black versus white. Hot/cold. Always two sides to a coin but I suppose almost 100% of those able to communicate would agree that communication exists.

Now, enter a simple thing called, free will. Most who hear those two words put together think free will is a religious term. That God gave humans the gift of free will…

The Gift

Wrapped in such simple paper or adorned with wrappings of gold and jewels

Inside, the items cherished ranging from such treasured items from no monetary value to life itself…

A  question: Once the gift is received and the observations made to how it was wrapped and then to what gift inside was received… Is it the shiny wrapping remembered? The gift inside? Or when days uncounted pass that moment of receive does the thoughts turn to that who it was that gave?

Free will is the topic i write of today, as today I listened to an intellectual professor speak on how he believes free will is folly and does not exist.

Everyone of biological material and the genetic makeup of human is able to communicate, even when the body dies, it still communicates even if that communication is the foul stench of corruption.

As the professor spoke he communicated illogical and incoherent thoughts in parallel with his vocal actions. He might not know himself as most do not but his communication was an excellent example of free will.

People can try and take God out of their lives just as people can try and build ships to the stars… free will.

Is this what people are really good at as they exercise free will? To try?

Research what society deems as, successful people. These people can be sports athletes, politicians, rich, intellectuals… they can be whatever you consider to be, ‘successful’.

What can one observe and take away from such research? i already know and as such will not give you the answer as it is best for one in search to arrive at the goal.

Humanity. You are a species of communication. Your tears of pain and joy speak volumes. In your soul it is easy to understand why. Your defiance. Your acceptance. Your free will is truly a gift to see.

Tensur im plotten

tou sin to

lichentich ma me

Morlid.

If it were all taken away in an instant…

the clothing, comforts, home, treasures…

If all were gone, ceasing to supply the view and touch and hearing

what would remain?

Naked and baring for cruelty, survival, love; seemingly unaware of such possibilities

yet, one fact is certain…

You would be awake with the greatest of intensity

alive

shivering

and in this moment then comes a realization of just how truly precious

this, the gift of

Life.

biological of impossible bringing

singing songs of light

filled with joyous labor

squaring wrongs

feeling right

the music fills the void, depth deep and dark

as above and below the rays of existence show the penetration

of

Life.

first she and then he, and then she followed by he

he and she

she and he

he and…

she and..

this is when the  laughs and smile begin.

you see?

of course, as he and she, she and he, they are always

and always

will

be

(there inside flows the myriad of pictures. there exist words understood and words not even yet, ever written…) ((it is here upon this line above and below dance the scenes))