Consider the common creed of the people who live near the cliffs. They must not wander but rather scream through glass walls, sigh through styrofoam boulders. Switching through laughing calculators while listening to Pink Floyd sing about tea and generals and life. Holding on to the reality of insanity and disillusionment. I'm a lunatic stuck in an out post on this grand rock along with all the other insane people who think they're normal. But who can be sane on this crazy rock as we spin through space? We should fall off, fly into space and make contact with celestial beings who look down on us and laugh and cry and disbelieve the screwed up lives we lead. While we claim that God doesn't exist, time is winding down. The spring is winding tighter, we run through the paces of our lives and our denial, and watch ourselves and others. We try to understand our race we examine and question what can't be proven. We perform meaningless tests on lethargic subatomic anatomies floating through purple spaces of imagination and time. Our moments are separated into slots of white tile that arrange themselves into a colorful picture of life as we know it. And each of us fall through the slots, pinching ourselves into a frenzy, believing that we are the center of the universe. Depending on technology to separate us from reality that seems too harsh to handle. Flashes of memories fly through the din of sounding stars that flow by our meaningless lives.

        We hurt the resource that our grandfathers will live with in the future of time and space, and light travel is impossible and pointless. It's the end of the world and we don't even know it, and what if they're all wrong and God really is a light being that painted the sky the same color as the water? And what if your life isn't meaningless and flying through space has as much meaning as creating the universe? Coppertops fuel the end of the world and we will destroy the trees and color will be gone, then what will we do? if everyone was color blind, would there still be racism? Why does everyone feel that the world is closing in? Does it have to do with the invisible walls that crush us and push us, mold us into what the world wants us to be? The world makes us into what we can't change in our minds but we can change it because we are more powerful than we know. We make ourselves believe everything that we are supposed to and nothing can be proven, so it's all taken on faith. What does that say about the state of our science and our lives right now? Maybe faith isn't so bad, we all live with it.

        Pour fourth chemicals into the mouths of people who can't cope with their own reality. They are looking through a stained-glass mirror and seeing themselves in an array of colors and shapes that exist only in the mirror. Society is a stained-glass mirror and we wonder why so many are disillusioned. So we try to fix what isn't broken as we look into a mirror that is. The colors flow and melt into a pot and all of them together are supposed to make white, but instead it comes out murky and we wonder where we went wrong in our lives. We don't realize that it is light we must mix to create a pure product. We cannot use something from this earth to create purity. We must use the source that creates its own rules in a miraculous universe that we cannot fathom. It surrounds us and caresses us, going through and over us and we don't even realize that we don't need to create purity, it has already been given to us, we must accept it. We need to throw away the broken mirror and look and touch and feel ourselves because only then will we realize that the problem is within us, not in the mirror, and the solution lies in the light. Then, and only then can we create drawings, pictures of what we really are. To create a masterpiece, first one must discover the master.

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