Language… It seems so simple but never enough. With all our intellectual masters, our best design to unify a people is to medicate and feed them a dream.
Lovely as that dream may be we all can’t capture that prize as directed, nor should we. Is there a God? I’ll leave that to speculation but there was a creator and or creators.
With everything we need to recreate a vision for which we adapt to our lives, the obvious truth lay before our faces. This may be our home but it is not our origin.
Why do we adore, artist, singers, poets etc… Why do we praise the living word and not the men and women who sweat, bleed and die to build these monoliths and metropolis for which we take for granted.
In my early years i thought very highly of myself as an artist, i felt i had a spiritual connection; nowadays i feel a sense of duty…? I question myself often so not to assume i am anything more than a simple being, at the end of the day its all my own illusion of self importance.
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PAUSE

(I made the mistake of thumbing submission on FB. A notification interrupted the transmission so I cannot guarantee if the flow will return)
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To all ye aspiring artists, writers, musicians, storytellers, scientists, mathematicians, etc…. Your job has just begun. And we have a long way to go but I believe in you, i have faith in you.
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The reflection is upon us.

TBC