Was
there ever real?
Who
made up definite
and
what is it made of?
Is
recollection a memory snitch
or
a time bandit?
Is
reality our species enabler?
Why
did we make mass so prominent
so
that it becomes like cataracts to inner vision?
Are
we in sensory denial of energetic truth?
Why did we create
creation?
Is
it because we story as necessary baggage?
Are
we linearly shackled
from
the magnificence of the whole?
Why
does awareness seem prejudicial in excess?
Isn’t
experience really just a false currency
that
we heavily invest in?
Is comparative truth
really a prison
with
invisible walls that are just further away
then
our attention spans attend?
Isn’t
recognition kind of a dumb-down
to
the open ended possibilities?
Is
greater truth in our collective blind spot?
Isn’t
everything sort of made of glass in that we just can’t see into it as easily as
we look pass it?
Is
enlightened economics just too difficult
of
a truth for everyone to share?
Worst
of all,
where
do we go from here once we realize
here
is only a launch pad to there
and
there is only a future here all over again?
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