adaptation iii

what you want to write about today will change the way the earth sees itself in the mirror of its collective consciousness tomorrow accepting the fact that there is no good way to do evil collectively or evil way to do the good job of correcting every wrong that everyone commits by waking up from slumber to continue pushing the cogs in the machine driving the world to a new frontier dreamed up by the unhappy few who view current pleasantries and ways of life that leave us happy with disdain, the rest of the world complaining and praying with unanswered tears and fears of children dying too early but born in multiples to soften the blow of a random existence explained away with reason that only makes sense to the fearful who are afraid to touch the darkness to see what is beyond the veil of ignorance where lies all lessons taught to the wise with curious eyes never shying away from the truth beyond asking why to how and what, no matter how it feels to be blue to the tune of frequencies disturbing the flow of the heart from one cycle to the next begging the question, what causes all feelings in the middle of a session when you set out on a journey down the rabbit hole and forget why you were there in the first place wallowing around in the muddy murky swamp waters of self pity till you hear a story that reminds you of your reason for taking the path less travelled to discover what no one else cares about but are content living with, ignoring questions as anomalies to be destroyed for the greater good of all who forgot that variation is the way of life propagating to discover new ways to survive the onslaught of information brought upon us by the creators ways to infinitely find ways to combine and creatively destroy what we once taught was right while burning the messenger at the stake or killing them off for disturbing our way of life, no intruders welcome even in thought till we banish all false gods and replace them with thoughts of what we thought was all, never questioning the lord for fear of death at the hands of people who look just like us except they must be the devil’s spawn sent to distract us from destined wars amongst we who were once brothers till one of us asked a question about our traditional habits carried on without remembering what function it served to preserve our lives ensuring we survive and multiply to divide the earth into a new way to add life where once the children just died not knowing a feature of parts in illusional scars