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The infinite bigness and smallness of our universe is fed to us to the point of no perspective.
We can think about dreams of it full, in orientation in this
Galaxy of Justification, but its always capped by our own limitations.
The epee we need is going to poke out
our views of what we have now.
I feel I’m completely justified in reopening the closed paradigm of our mind. Saying that trees are really ballerinas moving so slow we can’t see their change, or that purple elephants aren’t the ones who control the rain. Absurdity is the gateway to clarity, and by getting a skewed view we can get the whole perspective on our retroactive degeneration as a civilization. We’re not civil as a nation nor the notion of creation that dissipates in frustration because hesitation closed the paradigm in haste. Pausing for a break to get our awareness to awake. But we fed ourselves sleeping pills of technology. Documenting the anthology of history’s anthropology logically is sound, but the senses seem to frown and our evolution is down. Because we gained a new run on this ladder of Darwin’s changing pattern. Setting us different from the other mammals, opposable thumbs and prestivocal mandibles, for communication and manipulation of our environment, to get us safe away from these animals. But at the advent of an event, when we invest the time spent to invent a practical compliment to get some relent in our lives. To help rest our eyes, but logic came alive and told me all the lies that people believe in order to survive. It was a horrible surprise; evolution began its demise, one rung lower on this reciprocated rise. The poison will kill the guise these lies told the “civilized” world. Show the slow burrow that thrives in our furrowed brows. A supraorbital of expectation orbiting around our declination of misinterpretation of logic and our hesitation that we used for navigation to get out of this paradigm. It’s time. Kill technology. Break off this OCD pursuit of laziness to get some insight to the haziness, which we should cloud ourselves with. So this is my mission: to map out the cognition of the one true vision, of which most my rhymes are spittin’ towards. I’m going to put this in layman’s terms trying not to use big words, because description my be key, but encryption is annoying. So this is it, open your ears, close your eyes, plug your nose and understand it this time. Technology is the leech, which drains us of the peak we can reach. We can stop trying to seek a way to get us free from the duties of survival, our growth will start up again and we’ll get a new rung for us to climb up. Adaptation is only cued when living becomes skewed to the point of harsh survival, like Fivle in An American Tale. We’ll free us from this modern jail of hell, in which we dwell. Like giving Eyedea an ego boost, this is unnecessary. Help turns to hurt and we’ll eventually become disturbed to the point of no return. Dying out in a metaphorical urn.
