Do we truly know what has been, what is and what can be? Life is speculative and hope has been replaced by a feeling that mimics it's impressions but unlike hope dissipates suddenly, we are hopeless we live in our own worlds of a constructed future we believe we can attain. We think knowledge is the thing we read in books and that wisdom only comes from experience, we think that if we give to charity we are charitable, and we think if we work hard enough the world will bestow it's glory in our wake. We think if we are religious god can hear our pleas. We think to see is to believe, but how about hearing, tasting, smelling and feeling. Have we lost our other senses in search of the truth? We have become robotic, senseless and thoughtless our dreams are futile as is our lives, we live to breed, to pay and to generate money for a select few. What is this? Is this existence? We all have the capacity to be creators, for our thoughts carry this burden and this gift. Our senses have diminished and all that is left to fight for is a void, an unfillable taxing, void that can and will engulf you whenever the darkness comes to greet the light. We have all forgotten the teachings of the past, and all those who currently think they haven't indeed have. What is knowledge when you work so hard to find it, and it ceases to last an eternity, what is wisdom if experiences can ruin your life, is wisdom worth the destruction of hope? What is hope, it is far greater than any other feeling man has, it outweighs all, love falls to it's feet in it's presence for hope is the infinite it is love, it creates the ability to love. Without it we are empty shells occupying our poor dying earth. All we have is the future of silence; so deadly silent it will suffocate as all. Should I pray for mankind? Perhaps, but pray to whom? The sky, even that is in ruins. Darkness, must balance out the light that thought is universal, for the existence of good, there must be evil. But it is not as simple as that, it is not black and white and it is not black, white and grey. It is just grey, all is grey for we are never purely just one thing, we are a hybrid of the black and the white, and we do not balance the world out but balance ourselves out. That is our mistake as people; we only ever see others as entirely good or entirely evil. Remember there are many shades of grey not just a generic one we all can picture in our heads. Think about this before you go to sleep. Who can you trust? Can you even trust yourself with your own life? Think about this as well; was it your choice to be born? Life is forceful isn’t it? We are forced to begin it as innocents than forced to end it as corrupt. We all fall into the opposite of the spectrum when our time is up, is that the metaphysical reason for why we die, what if it was reversible? Think about this also what is a secret, something someone whispers in your ear and hushes you to silence, or is it silence itself. What wonders does silence hide? And where does a line end or begin, is it really as simple as where you start it and where you end it? Or a circle can you see the relation between the line and the circle? They are each other in different forms. And how about fear, it is conditioned isn’t it? Imagine if we could be open to the depths of our fear, if we were we would never be corrupt, we would never be hateful, we would never be. It drives us, it is passion and glory and it can just simply be fear as well, it is a dangerous feeling when it is in the wrong hands, look at the world it runs on fear all the destruction, at the root, at the basis it's unholy creator is fear. It plays a tune for all of us, and calls all of us to it's grave.

It seems all so simple, but it is not, like a ball of yarn untangled, is that simple?
Nope I have news for you, it is not, it defeats the purpose of a ball of yarn.

What putrid things we all are.

PART 2

A petalous peak and an unamiable decline…be prepared to forget your lifestyles. Those of you pre-occupied with material wealth consider this your doing and your punishment, which is what I shall rejoice in. The green is dissipating; when that is gone we are too. Remember that. Perhaps we can start anew; perhaps this is our calling the unfathomable end. The earth is a system, a living creature of infinite value the process of cleansing has began, and to cleanse one needs chaos because they are pararell variables on the opposite of the spectrum but in a cycle combined. As is life to death and the ancient teaching of as is above so is below. The earth changes, as do we, we change, as does the earth. If we industrialize it continually if we kill it, she kills us and then the spark of renewal of divine evolutionary processes take its course, to rebuild it sustain and ultimately to teach us, a lesson is learnt in everything. We have not learned, we have thought we have, our minds mingle between what we know and what we can know; it is called the evolutionary limbo. We are wanning between the scopes of the pendulum. Answers do not come unless they are sought, questions do not arise unless there is an answer to seek, answers are our sole existence. Demand them, need them they need us too. Action is not reaction until a course and outcome or goal has been set, unless a dream has been dreamt and a thought has been thought. Our mind is not merely grey matter, it is the unconscious and the subconscious submerged in figurative speech, mixed and dormant behind the tapestry that veils our potential. Fight, it is not time too yet but it will arise, beliefs make up your essence a belief is the rope that ties you to the pool so you do not drown, it keeps you dreary but awake a belief is paradoxical. Hence it’s indisputable beauty. To rid your own beliefs is suicide, what use is a body without the mind they rely on each other. The ying the yang.

It will be time soon enough.

Never close, your thoughts are yours one can never been stripped of their thoughts unless they are willing to.

I am disgusted by our greed.