burning ball of light, in lingerie
give it time, patience, anticipation.
i don't know of what worth it has, and for that matter, distinguishing between rot, regeneration, and new growth has lost it's effect. However, presently, I cultivate the presence of mind, to find epiphany regularly. Wisdom? I don't know. I dream. With a generation who posses nostalgia from before birth, and experience with reticence, a dawning of sorts, our younger race born into a digital cesspool. While ourselves continually on a journey, as-though there is escape from the trivialities, and truth behind the illusion. I wonder how likely we are, to have forgotten the seed, of what reaping our hand must also have sown.
economy, marketplace, and again worth.
I would conceptualize a society, utopia effect, and wake up, hung over at noon, willing to try, to taste urine in the air of alleyways. So long as the effect of my dream may last, and "integral part of a larger whole" meant that I have worth, to someone. But i wonder, dose the thinking-I confuse self-worth and common-wealth? ...isn't this confusing?
I can't reason with trying what is already done, unless i realize the efficiency of procrastination, and act against the will-to-be [of] not-such.
or,
i can try what is common practice, as determined by participation, and act in accordance with resonant tradition ,habitually toying with morphology, the structure and form.
I'm okay with a collaps, implosion if you will. Participation is wealth not worth. so let it crumble, because we've gained not what we loose, but have gained such that we can loose, and again gain. Therefor 'wealth' can be spelled either "w-e-a-l-t-h" or "w-e-l-t-h", this doesn't matter. The point is -theory goes, "participation in(...) = wealth", and we all know where worth comes from, it comes from the small intestine.
i don't know of what worth it has, and for that matter, distinguishing between rot, regeneration, and new growth has lost it's effect. However, presently, I cultivate the presence of mind, to find epiphany regularly. Wisdom? I don't know. I dream. With a generation who posses nostalgia from before birth, and experience with reticence, a dawning of sorts, our younger race born into a digital cesspool. While ourselves continually on a journey, as-though there is escape from the trivialities, and truth behind the illusion. I wonder how likely we are, to have forgotten the seed, of what reaping our hand must also have sown.
economy, marketplace, and again worth.
I would conceptualize a society, utopia effect, and wake up, hung over at noon, willing to try, to taste urine in the air of alleyways. So long as the effect of my dream may last, and "integral part of a larger whole" meant that I have worth, to someone. But i wonder, dose the thinking-I confuse self-worth and common-wealth? ...isn't this confusing?
I can't reason with trying what is already done, unless i realize the efficiency of procrastination, and act against the will-to-be [of] not-such.
or,
i can try what is common practice, as determined by participation, and act in accordance with resonant tradition ,habitually toying with morphology, the structure and form.
I'm okay with a collaps, implosion if you will. Participation is wealth not worth. so let it crumble, because we've gained not what we loose, but have gained such that we can loose, and again gain. Therefor 'wealth' can be spelled either "w-e-a-l-t-h" or "w-e-l-t-h", this doesn't matter. The point is -theory goes, "participation in(...) = wealth", and we all know where worth comes from, it comes from the small intestine.