this is the new space for protein pacification, polar particles in the
real time thermodynamic state of being our burdens to bear, and this is
the evolutionary throwback with details like the extra long tale where
it shouldn’t be… becoming roving packs of social Darwinism making wrongs
instead of rights, as following Haeckel’s recapitulation theory at
large in diminutive perspective as the hordes of the mainstream
population, and our embryonic journey has yet to finish… as the tail
might recede into the coccyx to form the modern human, the living idea
moves through substance into yielding at the developed being, but the
most sophisticated part in the brain develops last which leaves the
question how many of us tend to be least likely to adapt appropriately?…
our society founded on archaic hearth wisdom from aeons ago when
Ouranos was first castrated by Cronus, rites masking as wisdom used
against us by these social purists and selfish pursuits, and mocking the
real people in place of a daydream that may never come true again… a
remark on Lamarck before the soft inheritance of these traits comes true
for you too, as you are now absorbing them through a brief scan with
the help of acting as hosts to these various equivalents of cultural
genetics, but your mind might as well act the unyielding membranous
barrier to selectively choose the ideas most vital to adapting to a
specific awareness… epsilon children in the twilight of our
enlightenment period, and so now comes the need to learn and retain what
experience we come away with, before the whole ‘sky-is-falling’
scenario comes horribly true for us all… come one, come all, come
frequently… this is not a game show, but the real of the real where
every dream must come true in order for immaterial laws to supersede the
human needs, the atmosphere around us swirling like the artificial
flakes in a snow globe… always wanting the ideal measure to take the
place of our own impartial and impatient selfish super seeds implanted
to make the most impact over all the basic generations of self, whether
of our own tribe or not because our plant needs to grow further at any
cost, but that price has always remained ambiguous until any factual
effect has long come under display through the naked eye… the absorption
through human osmosis of brain tissue, as shone through the prism of
the intellect and analytical faculties, and projected from the absolute
of humanity’s motion whether in the carved rocks or gilded towers of
glass and steel… constantly in the sequence of pushing things past the
metaphysical (astral and etheric realms) and physical layers as though
the source were a heated plate, and we are the bubbles boiling below the
surface of the water waiting to rise, the experience of our lives
encapsulated within that bubble of time and space as we burst forth into
the next state of being once the metaphor breaks loose of of its ideal
constrictions…
