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When Were the Good Old Days?
You’ll find them after pondering proverbs and analogous allegories amid lame likelihoods and rowdy rides.
How much like them are we, or are you like me?
Call to question the people who lived a few years from World War or mass mayhem of any combination. Quiz all the folks moving through dismissive lives in the midst of a universe expanding outward, spawning great Alexanders and mutant Hitlers. Signs of disruption creeping inward, hell-bent on delivering their clever bouquets of destruction.
How much like them are we, or are you like me?
Push your reasons to find life’s delightful limits with folks who would say, “just play our game,” or those who profess and predict, “this thing of mine will blow your mind,” only to barter your painstaking wealth for their leisure time.
How much like them are we, or are you like me?
Examine your answers on a day you might be conscious of your breath and find that you are your breath. Do you think you share your breath with the lives of all animate and inanimate?
Our breaths contain everything. We are the same energy.
Your consciousness observes all possibilities and acts upon those observations. Unconsciousness is where all our possibilities exist at once and where you and I have…
