Greatest Views, Deepest Thoughts �
Life, in all its inadequacies, is an unbalanced equation. Inevitable, but what is yet to come. The future is nothing but redeemed melancholy. Substantially, in a framed vision of mind, the human world can be nothing more of a recorded tape being played contortedly backwards. As we see it, humanity exists upon the air of success that we pursue from a race of machinery with self minding microwaves. We place our life in the hands of kitchen appliances. Does existence still seem so simple? If not, then what?
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In the race of time, preservations are indeed to be made. Without the clocking of many items it seems we have too much a burning sensation of space. Needs to be filled. Wants to be sustained. In such glitches of time we wander to unknown fields where once patriotic souls fought for the peace in our brains. Now, as it stands, headaches still exist.
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Is the world we live in of a true existence or simple electromagnetic impulses sent to the brain? If so, what of love? Is it therefore acted only upon a stimulation designed to uphold within two beings, entangling them in a spirit and forcing actions upon their designated intertwining souls. But to dig beyond the glacier even more so deeper than it�s appearance above the silk, what is a soul?
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The mind and it�s actions perceive life in simultaneous projections of it�s supposed surroundings. When deja vous are then formulated, how is one to know whether this moment experienced is in actual fact the first? Could it possibly be a reminder of a troubled experience that is warning to come?
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Once upon a dream I sat beyond the summit of Everest, gazing upon the world and all it�s troubles, and I laughed. Yes, laughed, with malicious joy, marvelling at the complexities in which the human race entangles itself in. The intoxication of mind games swelled upon me and I suddenly tumbled into my reality � my unforseen dream � and I envisioned a pure freedom. Then I awoke to find myself bound to a pit of nightmares encircling my heart and tearing every ounce of love hence forth until I could take no more and cried out with pain. To be trapped in an endless sleep � where was I to truly wake up.
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Bluntly spoken � there is no reality. The textured objects in which surround you have done nothing but consume your every thought, converting your beliefs. Break free. Go beyond that which physically imprisons you. Once your mind bends so too do those objects. Soon you shall be able to escape from the cement you have been bound underneath, and no longer will this poison of society suffocate you.
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Thoughts on time � is it a dungeon, that continuously is rotting around us, and whose gatekeeper we are forever enslaved to? When does time choose it�s closure? On the strike of twelve does time restart? Will time forever persist, enraging us with fury, frustration, and all over annoyance? Time must have some ongoing existence. A never ending, eternal, infinite existence. Time is money? No, time is God. Time with God is eternal, and heaven reaches infinitely beyond the clouds. Outside your clocks reigns the power of Him, and it shall all be Good.