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{original draft: 08/08/18 | (very minor) edits: 05/05/20 & 15/10/22}
Behold the poem of poems.
TNT didn't know exactly what this meant when she wrote it erupted from her essence.
But it means everything.
It explains anything.
And it's all about nothing.
(Not designed for ingestion via a small screen, but rather through the dimensions afforded by a standard, single sheet).
Expect no one to understand the following fully...
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“Electromagnetic, Physical Imperfection”
By a force like rolling thunder, fire flickers for desire, and as it turns out, the drum that barely beats forever BANGS solely to inspire. To cite the power of will that animates the living instills the gift we are born to grasp in the name of giving. Hearts crave the weight of being, but our being needs to wait. You One could find whatever we create within a sideways figure eight. Ahem! A burden, we may carry, but a light, it can be not. If alight, something is, then weigh, it may not. Being, in and of itself, stirs a notion of potion inside an ocean of motion ahead of shearing volition. At miraculous ignition of potential fruition, Luck finds Time as equal hearts assemble parts to start an existential race against {our} universal nature (here) in fundamental space. Along the way, life will fall only to spring; and still, no thing can bleed forevermore; furthermore, ever-hungering pressure tips the top of all crowns, consuming anyone’s “mind” while dragging every body down to the immortal “black hole” of both corruption and greed, granting power in circles at the apex of speed. Not a thing in actuality costs any more in totality than reckless accumulation off pockets deep in perpetuity since the first rising burst ‘fore the singular advancement toward our oft fabled afterlife. Witness spiritual science thanks to fated compliance of celestial dust in light of code essential thus. But, in order for all to amass and try again with better synergy, the essence of pure energy [any time now, folks] must end. But then starlight might weave a particular growth by the shocking polarity of gravity’s oath. Psst, we’ve always felt the pressure pervading humanity’s weight: it amounts to no thing nothing! Plus, just think, this expresses the math that actually matters— literally, it flipping makes matter —when absolutely positively nothing else does. Indeed, genesis, quite simply, must be; namely, it means the quintessential product of inevitability. A hope to tempt fate across our cosmic mentality compels Her grace to fabricate in virtuality. Throughout the heretofore unresolved mystery of existence, an ever-clever proverb camouflages in plain sight: comprehension of greed’s maintenance per gravitational insistence shall reap wisdom aplenty sewn through color-rich light. Ergo, this heavy burden that every thing intends to bear becomes a blessing for all once awareness, we share. Amidst the wealth of dark print watermarking pages in our storybook, His trailblazing design highlights a primal fission that leaks enlightening vision when and only when we bother to look. See? There must be; hence, let there be. Light from afar charges that, and this, in time, changes everything. Check, mate: soaking up Y’s stream of years while burning down X’s flood of tears, life’s ablaze along a wavelength too low for human ears. Existence fuels a sound, the beam of light that splits infinity, and we’re bound to fill the void—starting now, and for eternity. Ah, eureka. Cause, hark, please, spark, be, shine, right .
Say hi to one of my favorite—and, as far as I can tell, most universally useful—mnemonic devices. With any luck, the above “name” can help you remember the reliable order in the kind of magic that happens, if you will, when light filters through a prism.
Red, orange, yellow. Green. Blue, indigo, violet.
Got it?
Good.
Bent by gravity.
But that’s just 7 of 9, though. Indeed, there are 2 more {electromagnetically matter-born} colors [numbers] that exist in essence—and in relation to human perception—as ghosts.
To be crystal clear (in case it’s necessary), your pupil(s)/brain are biologically/physically incapable of directly observing the outermost colors—ultraviolet or infrared—on either edge of a rainbow, at the barriers of light’s distinctive dispersion into hue-rich diversity, around the shade-filled fringes of our collective mind’s balanced eye.
Relevant aside: do you know why polar bears bear white fur? Key factors include the interconnected processes of evolution and natural selection. And it doesn’t happen overnight; these variables move slowly; for example, it took thousands upon thousands and thousands of years to turn wolves into dogs. Geography largely dictates both physical and mental fitness, impacting an organism’s chance of survival into a successful future. See, a dark-coated bear can’t exactly camouflage amid open arctic terrain, thereby enabling food sources [e.g. seals] to more easily avoid becoming dinner. This explains how and why polar bears are the color of snow.
(Albert was right; relativity is important.)
Here comes the point.
Compared to caucasians, people “of color” are born with a generationally earned, genetic resistance to the first and lowest band in any real rainbow, a.k.a. ultraviolet, which, to reiterate, is one of the only two prismatic wavelengths [again, along with infrared] that our oh-so well-rounded and middle-grounded eyes can’t see—the bookends of the spectrum that paints our world’s canvas so very gloriously full of breathtaking wonder.
Question. Could this deeply rooted racial difference influence {if only at a subconscious level} why so many white folks are so painfully blind to how black lives matter?
Only by opening (y)our eyes may you we truly let there be light.
Circular.
Please let in the light, people. We require it to be, after all, and we will become better as a whole as more and more of us grasp the total scope of its vital, unrivaled significance. (More on that momentarily.)
Plus, once we get a widespread handle on the thorny interracial tension plaguing civilization—in other words, when at long last we awaken and stop acting like stubborn, ignorant, childish fools—and resolve our currently ailing society’s counterproductive climate of self-destructive inequality, humankind may must push toward global acceptance of the profound realization, too, that sentient life actually shepherdsmatter.
Yeah. Life matters. The entirety of Earth’s colo{u}rful catalog{ue}. Every kingdom in each of Her three domains as well as all the species contained among the myriad ranks therein—it’s all here for good reason. One depends on another. We have thus far come up short in our thinking. We are bigger than this. We should be playing the long game.
We (humans) really should party up. Immediately.
We are all connected.
We must band together.
The time to act is now.
We need to mentally separate our sense of self from the bodily burdens we carry.
Who are you? Do you even know? Have you “personified” your identity?
Look, you are not merely a complex collection of atoms—you’re the other thing, the stuff that shines.
Understand that.
And listen, we’re the same.
We have to lighten (our individual loads).
We must share the weight of our existence.
We need each other.
We have to allow our consciousness to evolve.
We were born to be what we are.
We need not be heavy.
We need to be light.
Be cause.
True love is weightless, and…
…light…
…isgod.
That’s who we’ve always been, who we still are, and who we could, would, should, and will be someday, but only as one.
Matter is not the only thing that evolves. (Duh!)
There is another variable on the right side of the equation.
Existence awards time to matter and matter with time. May life reward light with awareness. May awareness reward life with light. May light reward awareness with life. The step following the next one (in the evolution of light) hinges upon unity. In time, already, we have known…
In other words, triangles must abide by three straight lines.
Move along, folks.
Nothing to see here.
Why do you still read?
What good’s a switch if we don’t flip it?
Also, who’s actually gaming the system?
In the last 4-5 years, I would imagine that I’ve engaged in conversation about 1% as much as the average human on the earth, and of that time, I’ve probably spent 99% of it listening to someone else. The point is that when I’m alone, I’m guessing that I talk to myself a lot.
Aloud, even.
I may have forgotten where I was going with this. Perhaps you’ll know now and clue me in later.
I know: you’re bursting with unanswered questions. I’m doing my best to read your mind. What do you want to know about next?
Are you thinking that galacians/belanoc aren’t real? Do you suppose that if they were real, you’d already know about it?
In December of 1899, a group of men and close friends, most (if not all) of whom were Rough Riders, had an encounter with a solitary, starved, overheating, prepubescent belanoc male at the Navajo River (near today’s Colorado/New Mexico southern border). The creature killed two of them before being crippled then slain. It was the first “known” instance of humans encountering g/b without becoming a meal. Two years and two months later, upon finding himself in a position of influence, the man who (allegedly) struck the killing blow founded the Belanoc Studies & Surveillance Institute [“Bessi”], which in 1979 {and under insurmountable duress} reorganized, rebranded, and renamed itself the Global Department of Galacian/Belanoc Analysis/Investigation [GDGBAI {Bessi}] immediately following enemy confirmation of the (previously thought-to-be-impossible) existence of a male half-breed [yours truly].
Put another way, Teddy Roosevelt founded Bessi. At the end of his presidency in 1909, he handed over the reins to the best possible candidate, a young Upper Internoc [37.5% g/b DNA; daughter of a luminoc and lumanape {a rare bird indeed}], Eve Lynne Quinn [EQ]. At the time, she wasn’t sure what she was.
In 1910, Elvyn was 40(ish) and looked like a senior in high school. 109 years later, she has outlived expectations, but I envision her as a great grandmother who’s still got some pep in her step. With an aching desperation, I long to see her again. We’ve so much to talk about. I want to ensure that her life’s work pays off. I feel a strong need to make her proud.
In 1918, my mother, Liana Rex Knight, mere years into her unapproved defection from Galacia, and having concluded (due to her baby bump’s rate of expansion) that she was carrying the unborn child of a human, sought Bessi’s help.
From the human perspective, the obvious advantage to helping her was that her offspring, in theory, would take their side. One single being might not seem like a lot, but every little bit helps.
Plus, Bessi couldn’t resist her incredibly unique insider info as she agreed to spill all of her savory beans. Indeed, my mother’s courage is why we know most of what we know now about them. She revealed every secret she knew would prove useful. Essentially, she changed the game. In exchange, the humans aided her in carrying and delivering her baby.
Incidentally, the odds of a human female surviving a childbirth seeded by a g/b male are zilch. By our best estimates, the odds of a g/b female surviving a childbirth seeded by a human male are around 25% (give or take ten {depending on the mother’s physical fitness}).
LRK and EQ quickly established a two-way street of trust, connecting on a deeply emotional level in ways that I may never understand. You know how some people just click? They clicked.
Elvyn informed me later (in 193_) that while my mother sensed grave danger in the weeks leading up to my birth, she was in excellent spirits, fueled by hope and love, up until she lost consciousness for the last time in her tragically short life. I’ve been told that she faded away while lost in a trance at the sight of her miraculous newborn, a story which I’ve chosen to believe because it helps me sleep at night, all right?
A grind.
Let’s revisit the point at hand [at the end of that which falls prior to what follows immediately]. Given that the undeniable causal relationship between diet and health is so difficult to perceive, let’s work on removing all the shiny distractions.
Let’s acknowledge the most unalterable, valuable, fundamental resource in the whole wide universe.
If there’s one thing we can count on, it’s time. This topic prescribes exemption from controversy.
In other words, we may lower our defenses, but only if they’re up.
Without a head in our doubts, we know which way and how fast the boundary of time travels.
We’re all too aware that there’s never enough, that it will always run out, that tomorrow never comes, nor does it die.
All forms of currency reflect the supremely vital importance of time.
This assumes, of course, that I/we/you understand what time is.
In essence, time manifests as matter using energy and light to stay a{drift/float}.
In a sense, the human form acts analogously as a vessel.
In a similar sense, the earth could be considered a vessel.
Colors indicate passage of time and division/fragmentation of light [the electromagnetic spectrum], and anything you’ve ever seen has been made possible by photons interacting with matter [i.e. anything you’ve ever seen].
Basic physics demonstrates that at lightspeed, time stops.
Think of the concept of time as anything that happens between the competing forces of light and gravity.
Nothing is more eternal than light.
Gravity inspires every type of movement.
In other words, light could mean anything so long as nothing outlives gravity [itself].
Are we confused about what this means?
Have you ever heard that if you could figure out how to instantly make the jump to lightspeed without vaporizing {or whichever verb would be most appropriate} on the spot, you might, in theory, stop aging while traveling (at that pace)?
I’m not making this up.
I heard it.
It’s theoretical because the facts seem to point toward the conclusion that human bodies—you know those useful bags of water people haul around—are incapable of maintaining cellular integrity while transforming into particles of light [i.e. photons], but it’s interesting to think about.
By the way, when I use the word literally, I literally mean “literally.” I’m not slinging it around the way words like like, love, and beauty get tossed about haphazardly.
Free time is the currency, the preeminent resource left in light’s wake thanks to multitiered interaction with matter. [There’s another kind of time. A “darker” type with no room to breathe, surrounded by a collapsing ring of fire {if you’re lucky}. “Metallic Prison”? We’ll get to it eventually, I’m sure (of it now).]
Light does not age, but it doesevolve [too soon?].
Light does not tire.
Like its polar opposite, light refuses to cease being.
Without light and gravity, there is no such thing as spacetime, no chance to matter. This is fundamental physics.
I can’t believe you we didn’t fully grasp all this stuff until recently.
I endured almost four decades of profound solitude.
A blink.
Now here I am a year later planting what I hope to be the final layer(s) of our creation.
Think of how an hourglass works.
It “keeps time” by using the predictable force of gravity to bottleneck grains of sand.
Getting a little ahead of myself here but just real quick: if you had to survive for 3 days on only gravity’s version of waste [pee] or light’s iteration {though, obviously, gravity is essential in pulling all this poop through digestive systems} [crap], which would you choose to recycle [consume]?
I’m sure we can all agree.
We feel gravity by and large in the water we carry in our bodies.
You thirst because you’re a real-life energy-user.
The rest of you recharges by light, by borrowing energy, by burning fuel.
Perspiration is like air-conditioning and breathing air is not unlike, uh, drag management?
Again, though I definitely might definitely be (considered) the most brilliantly intelligent thinker the world has ever known [as weird as that reality may be; I’m sorry; I didn’t ask for this], since these words are kind of about all the things ever, I need help from {you and} others—particularly scholarly folk with an applicable expertise—to clean up the parts I botch and expand where I leave off. I will not get everything right. I’m too fucking human.
Speaking of humanity, have you ever really thought about how hot your body is?
What if the thermostat in your home was set to 98.6?
Worth noting more than once [spoiler alert] that Earth’s inner core and Her sun’s skin both burn at 9806 °F.
All forms of fiction come from twisting the truth.
Water occupies 75% (or slightly more) of a newborn. Within a year that measurement drops to about 65%. Adult human males hold about 60% while females carry around 55%.
One logical deduction here is that aging equates with drying out.
Another is that an unborn human baby needs to be watered like a seed.
Once the human body stops growing (sometime shortly after adolescence), the only thing it can do is the opposite, which is to begin the process of dying.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Aging leads to death.
In order to experience time, anything {whether a living body or an inanimate object} must change.
If you can see it, it’s changing. Even if you can’t observe the change (in something like, say, a brick), I assure you, stuff’s happening to it.
To live means to grow before dying.
A quick trip up followed by a long journey down.
We should back up.
Thanks to matter, light gives us time to move around and do stuff.
Wanna know something even crazier?
If you could figure out how to travel faster than light (which is impossible {in a way and} but nonetheless fun to ponder), the laws of physics indicate that you would age in reverse. Hard to believe, right?
What, you don’t think we’re time-traveling right at this precise second?
Most people don’t know that the faster you move, the slower you age. Granted, the difference is imperceptible, but the fact remains: when you move, you slow the effects of time on your body. If that doesn’t incentivize getting off your butt, I don’t know what does.
Time doesn’t move at the same speed everywhere in the universe.
If you lived in a colony on Mars, seconds would tick by slightly faster than for everyone on earth. Gravity on earth is stronger, meaning seconds are slower, thus more time.
See how this works yet?
Gravity on one end, light on the other. The divorce court case of all time.
Anything in between happens around clusters in space.
Spacetime: the currency that truly matters.
Is current, or not.
Currency.
You’ve heard that time is money, right?
“Now” is the most urgent form of currency.
Now.
In another word, time, of which there can be only one, and because it can move in only one direction, forward, all governed by the laws of physics.
We know an awful lot about time, yet we still don’t fully understand it.
Why is that?
Why is time a thing? Is time a “thing”?
Why are we even here?!
Who or what in the circle-jerking name of bloody hellfire made us??
I truly believe we’re ready to figure it all out.
First things first.
“Back in the academy,” my favorite teacher (not called Elvyn) taught me a lot about language, communication, English, and gerunds, but more than that she inspired me to want to be a wizard of sentence structure [one can dream], to care enough about words to pronounce them correctly, to add a little extra oomph to every handshake, and to avoid chewing gum, especially when you’re talking.
There’s another well-known (to her students) point of Mrs. Copper’s wisdom that I’ve been rethinking a lot lately: always search for stronger words than “stuff” and “things.”
I still agree wholeheartedly.
But lately I’ve been breaking that rule for good reason.
It has helped me achieve a new understanding of old concepts, particularly the periodic table of elements.
When I use those words now, I’m referencing an abstract thought, an intangible concept, or matter at the atomic level.
A thing is solid, stuff is gas and liquid.
That’s how it is in this pile of text, anyway.
Mostly.
Well, I think.
Usually.
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Can one follow a list in advance of its formation?
There are a handful of ongoing trends that seem to be messing with my head lately.
The list seems to be compounding.
More growth, more mess.
Each item on the list reflects how and why the same stuff and things happen over and over again.
The same behavioral pattern repeats all the time.
Everywhere.
Constantly, continuously, certainly.
You’ve seen it in action.
Don’t lie.
(Lie again.)
A singular event appears to be unfolding all around us in one direction.
Why?
Not only do I want to know, I want you to know, and we should not think that’s too much to ask. Trust me—The G.E. and The Belanoc each have solid inklings. We cannot defeat either in a straight-up physical contest, nor can we triumph in a battle of technology. Humans are behind. In order to catch up, we must band together. To survive, we’re going to have to outwit them. I know that this can be done. They will never be as clever as we are now, and we’re nowhere near as clever as we can/could/will/should/better be/get/become.
Does it not seem pretty clear to you us that something is just not right in the world?
I’ve been trying to put my finger on it.
It has been challenging, to admit the least.
I was never a properly deep thinker until the year 2018. I guess that means {indirectly} I used to be pretty selfish.
Now I’m certain we need to view our reality from a slightly different angle—make a few adjustments to the dials that tune in to the frequency hitching a ride on our wavelength.
To figure this all out, we should probably start at the base layer that we all share and work our way outward, and then back.
Some people claim that’s what the universe might be doing anyway.
In other words, everything started as one thing and became infinitely more complicated over the course of swelling expansion.
Still, as these sentences unfold, we’re going to move in the opposite direction of the universe, for the most part.
We will travel through time, and we don’t even need a flux capacitor—we need only brainpower and an emotional connection.
Luckily for us, if you’re reading this sentence, you possess brainpower, and we clearly must’ve connected at least once on some emotional level.
So off we go.
Ready?
Okay.
(We’ve got spirit.)
What does everybody who ever lived require in order to exist? We’re looking for the singular necessity that, if removed at the whim of an imaginary, all-powerful deity, would end a person’s life faster than anything else on the planet.
Did oxygen spring to mind?
If so, then you’re almost correct.
I’ll admit: this was kind of a trick question.
The correct answer is actually mass, or space, or however you want to look at it right now. To have a chance at living {and thereby maybe gaining consciousness}, a thing or stuff must weigh; otherwise, it cannot take up enough space to matter.
In other words, you only exist if you’re here. Hey!
If stuff doesn’t weigh at least as much as an atom of hydrogen, then it is physically incapable of mattering.
As I’m sure you know, atoms are the building blocks of matter.
Two more states of matter exist, and we’ll get around to those later on. (Perhaps.)
For now, we’re just trying to get everybody on the same page, which requires dispersal of basic, common knowledge in a sequential arrangement that most likely eludes me/us.
We all have crapton more in common than we realize.
Every sentient creature on Earth.
Every human being.
Every living thing.
Breathing is what we need to be able to do in order to live.
A thing doesn’t need to breathe in order to take up space, but it certainly does if it wants to be alive. At least, that’s how it is on our planet.
To breathe, we all need oxygen.
Remove O2 from the atmosphere and the planet dies a swift death. [You better believe that She’s alive; otherwise how else would she have produced 5 billion {some odd} species that made an incalculable number of “babies”?]
Remember, we’re dealing with needs right now.
Needs, not to be confused with wants.
We’re establishing universal commonality by pinpointing basic needs.
There are only three that can be definitively measured for all human beings.
Honorable mentions go to shelter and fire.
Technically, a human being does not need shelter to live—present tense, now—but you could not survive for very long into the future without the protection(s) it can afford.
Black Dark days are coming.
How long a person can survive without shelter largely depends on weather and terrain.
In extremely harsh wastelands such searing deserts or frozen tundras, you might last hours. Heck, minutes.
In ideal climates, it depends on how lucky you get.
Eventually you’ll fall victim to predation {probably while sleeping}.
We’ll come back to fire because I’m convinced (as you may or may not have gleaned by now) that its discovery, specifically learning how to create and wrangle it, marks the most pivotal fork (but, to reiterate, not {necessarily} the most enlightening period) in the road of human history to date.
Make no mistake, the human race might’ve gone extinct without capitalizing on the protection (from the elements as well as predators) provided by both shelter and fire, but to simply be alive at any moment in time, neither is required.
Clothing is another example of variable consequence. Certainly useful, sometimes fashionable, and often impractical, clothing needs are not the same for everyone.
This is what we’re trying to zero in on: that which every single person on the planet needs just the same—the trio of ingredients that, upon removal from anyone’s equation of living, bring about almost exactly the same dire consequence in nigh identical spans of time.
In exactly three other words, air, water, & energy.
A human body can exist without all except the first, but in that state, he or she would be dead.
This isn’t a play on words.
A carcass does exist.
To live, we need the next three.
Food, mass [not to be confused with weight], and a way to burn it off. Per the previous parenthetical clarification, even though they are used interchangeably, those two measurements are quite different.
Mass is a measurement of how much matter something contains.
Weight is a measurement of the gravitational pull on an object. You don’t weigh as much on the moon.
See the difference. (Yes, a period.)
Anyway, where were we you?
Oh, right: to survive at length, we need shelter.
Remember that our most ancient ancestors were fairly adept at staying alive before learning to create and control fire.
Survival doesn’t have to be pretty.
But to thrive, we need the whole shebang.
Tossed some new data in there, did a bit of guessing, gave a moderate number of fucks. In this case {as well as others, probably}, my guess is better than yours. I’m sure you’ll take (no) offense to that. God I hate when I’m right. You’re not that that stupid. I am 99% sure that each block contains accurate info. And yes, having an actual damn clue how long an average galacian can handle being isolated from the horde would certainly prove to be very useful information, but you/we can’t always get what I want.
Anyhoo, the list is now comprehensive. We {the human side of this contest} need to use these facts to our advantage not only by taking care to avoid obvious pitfalls, but also (mainly) by being clever. They are wrong; we are the opposite. We must fight to survive.
Imagine it thus: while galacians write/speak almost exclusively in black and white, we [i.e. humans] communicate in vibrant, living color. See, even though they are reading this, they can’t fully understand it because they are emotionally incapable. Our chief advantage is that I can broadcast this [oh, hey, if you’re reading these words and you’re missing human DNA, just to clarify, the advantage {I won’t shut up about} equates with enormous emotional depth, particularly as it relates to language and creativity] and it will remain our advantage [bird finger, suckas].
Don’t worry; g/b brains aren’t physically wired in a way that enables their accurate translation of any remotely modern human language, let alone the beautiful clusterfuck that is the English language. They understand that they are incapable of full translation, but they do not understand what it means to us, and they will never be able to predict how we’ll use it against them.
All members belonging to any of the three sides in this war must abide by nine needs.
The timeframe on human contact is an educated guess. {I’m pretending to be an expert.}
Have you ever experienced extended isolation or solitary confinement?
If you haven’t, then I hope you never will.
If you have, then I am wholly impressed by your inner strength.
Inevitably, when a person spends too much uninterrupted time in complete solitude, crippling loneliness takes hold.
Doesn’t matter whether you’re the most extroverted or introverted person on the planet.
We are social animals.
In other words, socialism is in our DNA.
In other words, our genetic code integrates the critical nature of socialization.
In other words, in the absence of two-way communication, we’re up a creek.
This could mean anything (to us).
Life isn’t worth living unless we’re free to share.
Freedom.
This one’s incontestable.
To be free is the birthright of life.
We can live and survive for an indefinite period of time without liberty, but there is no such thing as thriving while stuck in chains.
Is this an opinion?
Not sure, maybe, but it sure as hell seems factual.
The absence of freedom in conjunction with a lack of human contact is a surefire recipe for deeply dark depression.
Even draped in luxurious amenities on a gorgeous tropical island with regular supply drops containing whatever you want plus all the mojitos and tacos you can stand, if you’re all alone, then the experience will not be fun for long.
Unless it’s not space, oxygen, water, energy, shelter, fire, clothing, human contact, or liberty, I’m pretty sure it’s a luxury, technically—in other words, it’s something you don’t really need.
Even without decorative icing, a cake is still a cake.
You may think you need electricity, a car, phone, internet access, central heat and air, daily morning coffee, an afternoon “diet” soda, bi-weekly cupcakes, monthly massages, not to mention yearly trips to The Hamptons and Cancún, but I am certain that you don’t need any of that shit. People all over the world have been born into circumstances which prevent them from being able to enjoy anything remotely resembling that kind of access, yet they still live.
Needs are indicated by your body; your brain makes you aware.
You don’t decide to feel hunger, a longing for intimate companionship, or the urge to urinate; you just feel it.
Don’t you?
Needs are the things that will certainly (or almost certainly) result in your eventual demise if ignored. Wants are everything else.
Humankind has been wanting due to their intelligence, but smartly wanting, they have been not.
Your cellphone and vehicle might be a critical tool in your current job (performance), but you don’t need them to stay alive. That’s what we’re discussing here—the common ground upon which everyone on Earth stands. All around the world, humans are wonderfully different in any number of ways, shapes, forms, and colors, but strip us down to our base levels and we’re the same. We all need the same checklist. We share the same foundation.
Emotionally, I am human unequivocally. I can’t even hide anymore.
Knowing all the info that I (alone) possess, I have a question.
In fact, I have a lot of questions. Here comes one (or two [or three in a row]) that I consider to be enormously relevant. Why do we allow a miniscule fraction of the global population to get filthy rich off universally shared needs at the egregiously detrimental expense of everybody else?
How does that make any sense whatsoever?
How can someone exploit needs that virtually every single version of life feels?
Can you breathe? Then you need energy. Also, congratulations, you’re alive!
But you can’t do anything with calories unless you stay hydrated.
So why do we allow any one/body/any{one/body} to profit off this inescapable fact of life? Especially these days when we need not allow it.
We have the technological capabilities at our disposal today to do life the right way.
Today.
When do you think citizens will have to start paying directly for atmospherically inhaled oxygen? Because that’s what comes next unless we start making some changes for the greater good. After that we’ll be charged for having bodies that take up space only we can use [operate/control].
As If you can see, then some sense can be made of collective human blindness.
It has been predicted that in about 20 years or so, most of the world will not be able to meet basic human needs in terms of water intake.
This decade in Los Angeles and San Francisco, the price of water has risen 75-125%.
Economics: when the supply struggles to meet the demand, the price goes up.
Physics: what goes up must come down.
Any field of study: the higher something goes, the longer the fall, and the more violent potential in the pending collision.
Where shit piles, watch your step, for there may be a twirling trio of blades ever-gaining momentum.
Basic human needs have been exploited since the dawn of civilization, particularly energy. This should come as no surprise.
Oh, look, people are hungry, some are even starving. Bummer. Know what happens next? Here comes a rough checklist.
Right now, at this nanosecond, energy is being exploited because of life’s predictable pattern of trying to live.
Can you imagine?
Life trying to live.
The nerve.
Whether we’re referring to gas, food, or power, the price of energy stays around the point that generates the highest profit.
How much can we get away with charging?
If you think about it {successfully}, the only way to truly find out how much weight a rope can hold is to keep adding weight until it snaps—in other words, no one can get away with anything forever.
“Quit while you’re ahead.”
Consequences aren’t generally considered where bottom lines are concerned.
What is wrong with us?
The one thing we all need in order to stay in motion. Energy. And it gets exploited for individual gain that returns nothing good.
We allow this to happen.
Guilty.
Everybody.
Why?
Because people figured out that should you seize control of our existential lifeblood, you possess all the power over them.
You can charge an arm and a leg for food that makes people sick as long as it keeps them and their families alive. You have taken charge of their lives. You own them.
What a sick load of bullshit.
Slavery was abolished for good reason.
In the same way that fire/water can’t exist without oxygen, meaningful happiness can’t be realized without liberty.
What’s the most notable difference between cats and dogs?
How many cats known for their loyalty aren’t fat?
Why do dogs so eagerly perform the tricks they are taught?
How much can a healthy bird really accomplish from the inside of a cage?
Do you own a healthy bird? If you do, I don’t wonder what would happen if you set it free because I’m feeling pretty good regarding my prediction as far as that goes—or maybe this thought-train will attract readers who take diabolically twisted pleasure in their collections of winged prisoners, too—but I am genuinely curious about how you would feel about it. My money’s on happy tears shortly after seeing it take flight and rise toward its natural habitat [again, unless you’re mean].
Have you ever heard of a starving army winning a war?
The more people a man controls, the bigger army he commands.
The bigger a man’s army, the more land he can conquer.
The more land a man claims, the more resources he owns.
Life will never stop needing resources.
And we should never stop being resourceful.
If we want to reclaim the power to truly control our lives, we need to rethink how we spend money on food/fuel.
We should all know who we indirectly support by the fuel sources we choose.
In other words, apparently, we’ve been doing this the whole time.
On a scale from any number to another, how intelligently are we behaving at this moment?
You are in control of how you spend some of your money.
What do you think would happen if the backbone upon which those in power built their wealth—and the coattails upon which their children still ride [a.k.a. the working class of the USA back then and, today, the factory known as “China”]—got a little choosier with how our money is spent?
We need to look at everything a little differently. Luckily, we already know the equation for doing that. To see anything differently, one must either rearrange the sight in question or adjust the viewing angle. I wonder who figured that out first. Bet that creature was lit.
I think we might’ve skipped step 6 because, uh, we’re losing hard at 7.
We tried to get ahead of ourselves.
We tried to outpace light.
Oops.
Our emotions tend to get the best of us. We need to start getting the best of them.
As a human, when you insert verbiage, I probably screw it up at least a little.
Energy: gravity’s inverted baby, the quintessential source of being.
In other words, the heart of your soul advertises stupidly energetic performance.
Light: the fastest thing there is, and we’re trying to outrun it.
Logic: grossly undervalued.
Could an errand be any more foolish? No, for real. Name an errand more foolish than attempting to beat light in a race with your physical body. Since this will take you forever, I will not wait. See you soon.
Welcome back.
Human beings can be awfully silly.
It all comes back to the power we derive from the speed of light.
Everything begets energy just as anything bespeaks light.
In other words, nothing matters merely by fucking itself {over [and over]}.
Why aren’t we trying to understand this a little better? It could be excellent news!
What happened to your sense of adventure? That’s another thing with which we were born. Where’d it go?
When did we stop being explorers?
The world has gone batshit crazy because we are “blinded by the light.”
No, I’m not trying to get anyone to break into song, but if that’s what’s happening, go with it by acting “revved up like a deuce,” whatever that may mean to you.
But it is true, you we know.
Light does in fact blind us.
Ever hear the expression about not being able to see the forest for the trees?
That’s where we are right now.
Everything in plain sight has gotten so complicated that we’ve lost sight of the bigly hidden mental picture.
Laziness has more or less been bred into us.
In other words, we’ve been domesticated by our own accord.
Yuck.
We forgot what’s on the ground floor, the foundation, the baseline.
We stopped thinking about the things that allow our engines to stay cool while burning fuel.
We lost sight of the circles [cycles of being] that made us all.
The heartbeat of existence, an appetite, a reason for being.
Genesis.
Creation.
Godliness.
The almighty sun, a hard place.
The rock, our loyal moon.
We, us, our home, our planet, Earth, our Mother, and her betrothed, Her incredibly significant other, the lone(ly) satellite bound to the shape of Her irresistible gravity.
The carbon atoms that predate life’s eve.
Adam’s Eve.
Orbital patterns.
Tidal locking of celestial bodies.
The flowing ebb of water against a rippling wave of fire.
The most balanced place to live, the middle of the spectrum, the color green.
Bands of light.
Music.
The Northern Lights.
Magnetically charged particles.
Materially atomic, weighted divisions of stuff that happens to be energetic.
The color wheel!
In some way this is all just a fancy attempt at saying that different things weigh different amounts, which is just a plain method of pointing out that a thing’s unique number and color (measured weight) is what separates it from other things, giving us {or anything, for that matter} time to evolve.
Nobody weighs the (exact) same! It’s why we’re all so different. Even if the difference is only as much as one atom of hydrogen, your weight belongs to you and you alone.
Make sense?
If something weighs exactly what you weigh down to the most minimum measurement capable of mattering, then that particular something is your equal.
In other words, it is you.
In other words, monozygotic twins can’t be truly identical.
This is one of the things everyone should know inside and out from every angle. It’s a factual matter that holds true regardless of where you go. Disregard the fact that I’m guessing.
I’m kidding, right?
Regard away. Just don’t doubt me too much; I’ve been through a lopsidedly lengthy educational metamorphosis. My brain has mapped more neural pathways than you{r mom (and dad, too [probably])}.
When something weighs, gravity makes it fall. I’m betting you knew that. We’ve all known it since birth.
I don’t think any of us realize how much we already know.
A list of concepts we grasp without being officially taught may not be long, but it is wildly complicated beneath a false facade of simplicity.
You may not think you want kids; however, biologically speaking, your body needs to procreate. This difference highlights a basic separation of mental processes from emotional urges.
Ever hear the expression about loins burning?
Actually, fuck that.
Have your loins ever burned?
Have you any reason to believe that reproductive organs possess a mind of their own?
You might because they do.
Life wants its legacy to carry on. It accomplishes this by wiring the desire to procreate into deoxyribonucleic acid.
Impervious to the power of (intelligent) thought while at the same time extremely susceptible to the gravity of (emotional) persuasion, reproductive organs ready themselves for action (in two distinctly different ways) when they sense a chance to unite with somebody in a naturally (and mutually) rewarding effort to pass on DNA to a new life—in other words, it makes us wanna bone and we can’t help it.
Bodies [organs] don’t always cooperate when someone [a self-aware brain] only wants selfish pleasure in and of itself, or when people seek to suppress [control] the miracle of life. To optimize the potential of mating—and this applies especially to humans—participants must align their individual paces of an encounter mentally, physically, and emotionally; and then, if able to harmonize with a partner, a most divinely fulfilling union can occur.
I suppose I should disclaim that most thoughts pertaining to emotional/physical intimacy amount to pure conjecture on my part; I am laughably inexperienced. Half the time my man{ish}hood refuses to cooperate. I have a theory about why that happens—I’ve reckoned that sometimes the pace of the physical encounter itself overloads my unavoidably hyperactive brain which, under such unfamiliar and stressful circumstances, sabotages normal functionality, suggesting that one might ought to take it slow while “getting to know” someone—but I haven’t bumped into an opportunity to test this notion. All that being said, I suspect that fully optimized fornication is kind of like feeling the rhythm of a song and interpreting those vibrations through dance.
This is all connected, by the way. Have I mentioned that?
We’ve seen what happens when a man develops that special appetite for power granted to him by lording over the common livelihood of others. The same result repeats on a loop. Corruption runs rampant.
Has greed ever been considered a good thing?
Greed is not earning massive amounts of money. Greed is keeping it all to yourself for the sake of keeping it all to yourself.
In other words, greed is not sharing in spite of abundant supply.
Wild deduction: the counter to greed must be wisdom!
We all carry a responsibility for spreading truth on the one hand, but at the same time, I think we owe it to each other to relay facts about what’s real—unless the laws of physics are lying to us. Since numbers can’t lie, we must have been born to share. To fight that fact means to resist nature.
If your feet are on the ground and you detect an earthquake, volcano, hurricane, tsunami, tidal wave, rogue wave, any big (scary) wave, a flood, an avalanche, a stampede, blizzard, sandstorm, an apex predator running directly at you, a wildfire, landslide, sinkhole, tornado, or even a small thunderstorm, you probably should not charge headlong into the fray with the intention of picking a fight.
In other words, disobey nature, get shit on. That’s just how it is.
Involuntary muscles don’t care what any of us think; they need to perform the function that they were meant to perform.
A heart gets mighty sluggish when arteries clog with unneeded junk.
