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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Chicken Soup Farm

Relationships are like farming,
if you don't plant the seed,
you'll have no crop to harvest.
Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)

Gambling is like farming,
if you don't play the game,
you'll have no winnings.

Economics is like farming,
if you don't play the mutual cooperative game,
you'll have no competitive winnings.

Ecologic is like farming,
if we don't play the mutual mentoring Climax Community game,
we'll have no long-term sustainable,
much less optimized systemic,

Stay aware and purposeful in your search,
for happiness is truly in the searching.

Stay awake and purposeful in our research,
for peacefulness,
ecological economies are true within this polycultural searching.

Stay awake and mindful of polypathic meaning
in your Regenerative Permaculture Designed Research,
for happiness, confluence, equity, truth, Prime Relationship Balanced Teleology
are truly within this self-optimizing SuperEco searching.

How do we sleep while part of us is gone?
Frogs and night birds,
bats and insects cry out for company
filling raucous warm luscious breeze
gentle, caressing,
carrying chicken soup songs of love
not yet won,
love wanted and needed with primal longing
to belong back together
for our first really great time.
How do we sleep
while part of us is gone?

Night flight resolves revolving chatter,
fractal spinning spiral-echoes
haunting iconic timeless teachings
from potential future Right-brain memory
predicative facts,
intuiting predictors,
confluent, confident islands of prophetic sanity
boundary inspiring polycultures,
multi-open systems of optimal communication.

How do we sleep
in this racket of absent SuperEgo
missing evil hope of flight tonight?
God as the Doomed and Dooming Ground of All Being,
under Whom we hide from shamed non-redeeming character,

We thought we were economically neutral
on Goddess Moving Train of Earth,
oblivious to Her climatic millennial warnings
to ease up on the fire power,
take a break,
let's cool down,
enjoy some slower peace and more mindfully inclusive justice.

Remaining neutral in our farming cooperative relationships,
admittedly a slower moving train,
and yet it helps to confluently comprehend we are spinning 
with Common balancing thermodynamic balance,
and how fast is too fast, too Yangish,
and how slow is too slow, too Yinnish,
and when we might slow down to rebalance Yang with Yin,
and how much we might slow down
emerges permaculturally predicated
as [+Yang = (-)(-)Yin] = [+PolyNomial 0-sum equivalent to (-)Not-PolyBiNomial-4-Prime Spacetime Dimensionally Balancing Vortex] Open Natural Systemic
or +1/(-)0 = space/time binary Closed MetaSystem fractal-holonic-octaved reverse-hierarchical balance,
to sustain our permacultured rich teleological neutrality on Gaia's regenerative train.

How do we wake
when part of Us is gone?
How do we awaken
our search for polycultural economic justice standards
for researching well-being sustenance,
self-optimizing regeneration with SuperEco Mindfulness Intent?
Planting regenerative seeds,
to grow redemptive pay-it-forward gift economies,
winnowing metasystemic research to optimize repurposing meaningful purpose,
EarthTribe's ecological self-redemption future day
covering love, peace, happiness, contentment, justice, information, confluence roots
with threats, opportunities, strengths, weaknesses systemically balanced compost,
learning faith and hope in suffering dissonance as cooperative redemption,
evolutionary research,
the Permaculturalist Economic Tao:
sleep and wake and absorb others, as you would have them be you NOW
we re-emerge our SuperEcoTribe's cultural therapeutic,

Natural systems are to spiritual systemic comprehension,
as Physics is to Metaphysical Universe (B. Fuller's definition),
as Yang is to Yin,
as Polynomial Information is to Double-Bound Negative Polynomial Information Balancing Trends.

Polypathic and multisystemic relationships are like therapeutic organic farming,
if you don't plant fractal-holonic DNA/RNA-encrypted seeds,
you'll not have an Optimized PermaCultural crop to harvest.

Ain't nobody here 'ceptin us Chickens
and somehow we all land in this soupy mess together.
Let's start lickin' each other's wounds.

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Unitarian Easter Earth Days

Let's imagine that you are, 
like Buckminster Fuller, 
karmically absorbed with Unitarian genes,
were there such a thing,
which of course there are not,
but perhaps something like an evolving Unitarian Universalist post-millennial teleology.
Basically, some shared sense of responsibility for,
and humility about,
our currently unraveling long-term thrival prospects,
as a globally interdependent  and parasitic species.

OK, so here we are,
imagining our universe as a closed set linear life.
No reincarnation,
no ego identity evolving into some SuperEco awareness
morphine against the suffering of human mortality.
Well, maybe reincarnation and SuperEco Gaia, 
but that would be an open dynamic system,
essentially negentropic and synergetic.
In either case, whether open or closed,
dynamically exchanging values within interdependent relationships,
or static,
but actually, if this is a realistic natural physical system,
then it must become diastatic in each NOW moment,
which would interdependently incarnate our universal spacetime
with equivalent "moment" values of linear,
confluence and dissonance,
because as every Unitarian knows
especially Bucky,
time flows forward and out toward our Western horizon of imagination's future,
or time flows backward, implicating back in reverse of time's solar sun,
toward Eastern horizon of memory's permaculturally historic past,
sometimes dissonantly revolutionary
and sometimes more confluently evolutionary.

Time is Prime Fractal's Linear Progenitor,
as Space is Time's informational umbilical string,
folding and unfolding in plasmatic tri-equivalently balanced space,
where c-cubed Yang-convex is born of +/(-)(-)0-sum neural,
and neur-ionically balanced,
present-NOW's Eternal Prime Relationship Moment,
which is not yet future's 50% response, or effective image,
and not yet past's 50% stimuli, or causal memory,
each double-bound outside our incarnating karmic events
unfolding in our sometimes richly confluent,
sometimes sterile and bleakly dissonant,
this (0) Core Bicameral Soul
located in the heart of each NOW,
suffering and dissonance aversive,
contentment and confluence Positive EcoTherapeutic
and Multisystemic Eco-Logical Psychology.

Here, following our Unitarian and Universal string theory,
our Left-deductive hemispheres share an Ego-Centric Teleological Original Intent,
we find our meaning through our id-entity,
through Right-inductive hemispheres,
free of language yet ruled and ordered by icons,
balance, harmony, symmetry, beauty, goodness, truth, wisdom,
SuperEco's dia-balancing Herculean blind-Samson Boddhisatva Warrior figuring
out what it might mean to become an interdependently speciated pupil,
a coincidentally conjoined Third Eye
comprehending purpose for reiteratively learning with Left-deductive
how to resolve our less than Golden Ratioed hot mess.

Unitarians reverse strings of unweaving Easter seasons
back toward our Black Hole cocoon of concave (-)Yin,
then float softly back with +Yang confidence
across Earth Day's red sky morning,
ergodically gravitating toward synergetic emergence,
polyculturing implicate orders for what was
and could be again,
but is not NOW,
and thus dawn's increasingly impatient red warning.

Synergy is to energy,
as binary information is to binomial regenerative revolution,
or double-bound appositional feedback-reiteration,
as tri-valent space is to dipolar linear time,
as Yang is to Yin,
as Positive is to Double-Negative,
meeting in this Unitarian Universalist NOW
Eternal Earth Day's Post-Millennial PermaCulturing Moment.

Long poem by Jecon B. Nadela | Details | . You can read it on' st_url='' st_title='When Nature's Best Is Not At All That Good'>

When Nature's Best Is Not At All That Good

The ecosystem’s perfect design
A providence of the Great Divine.
A holistic balance that should not fail
If well-taken-cared of by those that dwell.

The atmosphere was just enough
To sustain the living and its habitat.
Green vegetations were all around
And so the spring from underground.

The fish; the birds; and the beasts that creep
Are created good and none is least.
Among the creations that co-exist
There’s a complex being, he’s nature’s best.

The best of all is the soul called man
The exact resemblance of the Supreme One.
He was far superior intellectually
Than any on land or those at sea.

That he was groomed for stewardship
To decide what’s good for all the rest.
There was no contest – ‘twas a done-deal
Because the nature’s best could have done it well.

He holds the task all through his life
With a female aide he call her wife.
And to bear offspring to fill the earth
And pass the task right at each birth.

Then intellect has grown so deep
As the sons of men explored the earth.
They sought to change what God had made;
They no longer sheltered on trees and caves.

Then he built a shelter to house his home;
He decides the size and so the form.
Proud of his strength, he broke his back;
To down a tree or slice a rock.

The task he has he soon abused;
What he ought to keep he has destroyed.
The breach and misuse of privilege
Has complicated the life he lived.

The sticks and straws to build a fire
Are no longer fitted to man’s lifestyle
He has devised a modern tool
He has learned to mine and the use of coal.

With just a click he can have light
Or get some warmth on a winter’s night.
His innovation did not end up there;
He made the bomb and drew a scare.

Primeval woodlands that roofed the slopes
Have nothing left but rotten roots.
To the torrent rain the ground exposed;
would slide so soon, it cannot hold.

Man is unmindful to what will happen;
Of the ill-effects of his own doing.
Erosion comes and floodgates opened
Through quarrying and constant logging.

He invented plastic to wrap his stuff;
As food container or drinking cup.
Then threw away in haphazard;
It blocks the creeks and causes flood.

He’s become too lazy to walk a mile;
From his vibrant youth ‘til he retires.
Before a horse had took him there
But now a car that fumes the air.

Man’s toxic waste takes deadly toll;
It warmed the sky and bore a hole.
It melts the ocean’s ancient frost;
Augmenting tides in every coast.

There is no way man can sustain
From the catastrophe of climate change.
The pestilence it brought about
Crops are destroyed by flood or drought.

But man’s too dumb to understand
The come-uppance of what he’s done.
When the life he lives becomes a hell,
He blames on God of his ordeal.

All that has happened is a result;
Man lost his shelter and source of food.
And the grimmest wrath will soon unfold
When the nature’s best is not at all that good.

Date & Time of Writing:
August 19,2012
10:17 a.m - 11:32 p.m.

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Why Life

Why does dawn dress morning,
while dusk undresses sight?
Each dawn incarnates another Earth Day
as Easter morning's redemptive revolution,
another day of gift-it-forward light,
some longer,
some shorter before naked covered night.

Why life?
To uncover love's invitation,
synergy's self-optimizing mindful meaning.
To discover love's sustained and vastly interdependent belonging.
To cover love's self-perpetuating pilot light,
optimally sustain fire's fuel source
burn rate and flow toward self-identity's
nurturing heat and eternal light.

Why rehabilitation,
repurposing of people, places,
property and planet?
Regeneration thrives a coincidentally redemptive event,
dawning new each moment and day and life and species,
paradigm and meme,
language and information,
each loving act of synergetic practice.
Rehabilitate and repurpose therapeutic intent
grows implicately spiritual roots,
explicitly natural branches,
ecologically and economically sustaining cooperative Paradise Lost
within and without,
comprehended coincident landscapes
of Id and SuperEco.

Language both fertilizes and farms vision
Speech and thought both repurpose and rehabilitate understanding,
both decompose and regenerate memory, imagination, hope and faith,
despair and longing,
both dissonance and confluence,
negative with positive.
Noticing coincidental prime relationship of Id and SuperEco entities
enriches comprehensive fields of analogical perception,
growing consciousness of interdependent synergy,
love between my weeds and flowers,
dissonance and confluence,
brothers and sisters all over this organic farm
of deeply resonant ecology.

Id-entity rests simply silent
growing confidence in SuperEco's comprehensive revolution
resonant resolution
swelling discontented longing roots
to regenerate active-peacefilled leafing NOW.

SuperEco is to Yang/Yin synergetic power
as Id-entity is to Yang/Yin balancing voiceless listening discernment,
as non-violent intent is to regenerate peace and ecojustice orthopraxis.

Decompositional function of language grows 
information's reverse hierarchy QByte octaved systems,
where polynomial uncovers not-not polynomial spacetime.
Regenerate function of language creates inspiration,
dawning both ecologically wise and economically effective,
synergizing Earth's peaceful power with comprehensively mindful justice.
SuperEco comprehension both fuels and farms love,
organic ecotherapeutic synergy for all four seasons,
including advent's winterish purgation,
winnowing Id-entity weedy roots,
composting Earth Day's rehabilitating spring branches
stretching up with gratitude toward SuperEco's radiant light.

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Climatic Parable

Once within our time,
SkyPrince and SunGod  talk,
as usual,
endlessly actually,
sending their radiant messages
out toward mutually gravitating receivers,
no Yins allowed.
SkyPrince wonders if SunGod might consider turning down his heat,
and wanders aloud as Sun burns enlightening minds,
"I'm worried about EarthGoddess,
she seems wilting
and actually melting on her polar caps."

SunGod wishes this were funny,
or wrong,
just a mistake somehow,
maybe her time of this post-millennial period.
"Business As Usual," echoes SunGod.
"My fire burns her waters into that amazing green-blue skin of hers.
Climate change pathology evolves like wind through your air-brained
SkyPrince head.
Business As Usual!"

WaterPrincess keeps her primally balancing distance
from SunGod's overheating reign.
very still,
too still,
she melts within EarthGoddess.
And, with her Earth's diverse species
until EarthGoddess' soil becomes dry as dust.
Her cooperative economic and ecological soul
unravels dishumanic culture,
preparing for her transmutation 
into Yin's cold hibernating cave
of deep ecological nightmares,
galloping full horsepowered,
feverishly racing racism,
to prove we are chickens in our own messy soup
melting together and flying apart.
WaterPrincess weeps and seeps down in to Earth's Core
overheating compost's ecotherapeutic heart.

SunGod notices WaterPrincess,
too frequently absent from his divine comedy.
"She fails to feel my good humored rays
of wise warm radiance.
This feels more feminist Left than justly Righteous"
glooms SunGod's manic calculating ways.
He glimpses dissonant doubt
where his regenerative organisms had been competing virgins
to cooperative sex,
much less mutually maximizing economics,
or crystal mirror echoes of ecologic myth and language.
SunGod weeps and wilts his PrincessWater.

Earth Goddess succumbs toward SunGod's redeeming shaded fears.
Her revolutionary octaves fill with pregnant repurpose
and rehabilitating permacultural designs of herstory.
Her justice joys his peaceful recommitment
toward balancing polycultural praxis.
Family ecotherapy wins our enculturing history.

YangGod kisses EarthYinGoddess
as Left deductive embraces Right inductive primal balance
as human nature competes to cooperatively regenerate
what nature coincidately incarnates 
to sing full octaved Earth Day Opera,
remembering future tales of SunLeft induces EarthRights,
Earth resolves Sun's pay-ray-forward gifts,
reading left to right rooted Informating Tree leaves
happily ever after now and here.

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Mutual Messiahs

Who's vision are you unfolding for whom?

Are you aware you carry a basket of bread
on your head
and still beg at every door? (Rumi)

You love nature.
Like bread, Earth's nature feeds you
and, like yeast, absorbs you,
is that of which you are made,
and making,
and resolve to eternally create and recreate,
if only you could.

But, you can and you are
and the manna in your head already knows
healthy yeast  redeems regenerationally
diastatically incarnational,
with smooth-souled omnicoherence,
eco-confluent paradigms and dreams and language
and permaculture,
ecological teleology systematically grows panentheistic,
balancing cooperative economies with networking vocations
to permanently eco-logicize Earth.

This is your Day, your EcoTribal Self
our EcoLogic metaculture and Transhistory,
our EcoTherapy synergy,
tipping toward balancing points and principles
of blinding spiritual intuition with restrained scientific deduction,
harmonizing Left-brained language
with Right-brained confluent v. dissonant awareness
of this bicameral basket on our head
as our balancing supereco and your id-entity
engaging your praxis,
whether hope-filled or hopeless,
triumphant or despairing,
you know this already,
throughout this manna that is your entity,
decomposing through death's long post-maturation process
to regenerate as
"redistributed subfunctions
of Other" informing ecosystems. (B. Fuller)

Born of stardust,
messiahs mutually mentoring
our pilgrimage toward Earth's starlight;

e-squared function = c-crystal (cubed)
subatomic polyculture,
waiting behind each begging door
for you to return Other's cooperatively gravitating namaste.

Optimized Living Systems are to metaphysical teleology
as ecosystems are to physically regenerating ("special case") economies,
as EcoTherapy informs design, intention, empirical research,
learning and consciousness,
love, and active peace, and justice,

and RNA self-optimizing information
QBit Quirky
ionic and ergodically balancing value systems.

Your bicameral basket holds no non-polynomial information
because this is an oxymoron,
we already intuitively know everything metaphysical
as diverse resolutions of Prime +/- (0)-synced Relationship,
polynomial information is wild binomial yeast
soaring across time's double-bound equinox divide.

Please continue unfolding our permacultured vision,
and stop begging from competitive economies,
it's just not dignified,
or fun.

Long poem by keith baucum | Details |

GREEN Chapter Eleven

"First off Malik you could have picked some place other than
a strip club for us to met".  "Well Jade I figured this was the best 
spot.  People well be focused on the strippers and not us".  "Speaking
of strippers ours just walked in" Jade said cutting off Malik.  Sin,
Club Envy's most known stripper entered the room.  Wearing a
thin see through red veil and a long flowing red see through garment
trimmed in black.  The color red against her ebony skin looked erotic
and tasteful.  "Go ahead Jade and tell me the purpose of this meeting".
"Well Malik I've been thinking about our organizations" just as Jade was
talking the song Chocolate Bunnies started to play low in the background.
"I like how you and the Black Crime Syndicate members conduct yourselves.
I've been thinking that our organizations should merge and become one.  In
order to make this merger work you and I should merge".  Sin began 
to move her hips in a seductive motion.  Slowly removing the red see through 
garment.  "Jade you are a very powerful woman.  I love how your 
organization handle business.  How about we just form an alliance ".  Sin's
garments dropped to the floor revealing a dark red thong.  "Malik I
really like you we should merge" turning toward Malik Jade put her hand on
his leg.  "Malik we could run Green Haven".  Turning her back to the two of 
them Sin began to make her ass clap.  She moved her ass in a 
circular motion.  "Malik if our people see us in a relationship they will come 
together".  "Jade you are a beautiful woman but I don't date outside my 
ethnic group.  I just started dating someone".  "Who is she?  Is she a member 
of the Black Crime Syndicate?"  "No she isn't a criminal like us".  Bending 
over Sin began to shake her ass from side to side.  "Malik that relationship 
will never work".  "The Black Crime Syndicate is in a war Jade.  I don't know 
if you want to hang with us".  "A war, with who?"  "It's this organization called 
the Green Nation".  "Look like we have a common enemy.  Now it's even 
more important that we merge".  Standing back up and facing Malik and 
Jade.  Sin removes the thin red veil covering her face.  "They killed 
one of our members and left a note.  It said the Jade Dragons should stop 
bringing heroin in Green Haven.  That Green Haven is their city".
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka 
The Green Poet aka Red Seven

Long poem by Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Details |

An Ellice Island - In search of KindRed Soul

Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of 
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul 
at this season.

Equatorial island exploring its amazed 
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake 
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted 
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around 
charming moon.
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next 

Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my 
auspicious goal.
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma 
upcoming meet.

Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled 
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of 
romantic dictionary.
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.

At event of recreation, campfire were 
Nobody around us, private moments 
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again 
Hand in hand danced with the soothing 
romantic theme,
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her 
fragranced cream.
Expecting the light around us to be dim.

The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand 
She looked too pretty in her gold lame 
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are 
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!

Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.

Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white 
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel 
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout 
life in this lovely weather.

Will be your shadow, because your pain 
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a 
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry 
me, my Kindred Soul?

Long poem by Jamie Frost | Details |

Walking Backwards

I look backwards I look forward
I look all around
I look left and right
chaos is all to be found

someone at this second is murdered 
someone at this second is raped
just watching the news 
makes me want to pray

you cant park your car on the street anymore 
you can't go out at night
you can't walk down the road anymore
alone in broad daylight

this world should be moving forwards
and not backwards anymore
people need to be more nice
and bring more love and less war 

how hard is it to pay excuse me
rubbing shoulders'walking by?
being nice is so easy to do
people need to give it a try

the government saying 
what we can or can not do
America used to be free
but that is no longer true

a child rapist is charged again
then he was set free
while ppl sit in jail for unpaid fines
that sounds backwards to me

punishing everyone with guns
because of one person's psychotic act's not the gun it's the person
everyone with common sense knows that

registered sex offenders as our neighbors- man what a relief
the law says they've paid their dues 
but that's just what they want to believe

people being shot all around
because the color of their face
I believe everyone should be loved
no matter what the race

people all over struggling
not enough money for bills to be paid
I think this country is going under
too many changes to be made

oil spills, chemical factories 
and the ocean is filled with trash
at this rate 50 years from now
this world will be ash

it takes so much energy to hate 
I wish everyone could see
life would go more smoothly
if you do unselfish deeds 

when you see someone struggling 
offer a hand to help
if the tables were turned 
wouldn't you want that for yourself?

there are many things you can't change
but try hard at the things you can
you have a special place in this world
you are part of a bigger plan

part of the plan to take our lives back
part of the plan to do what's right
part of the plan to walk safely
down the street in the day or night

I was taught to hold on to love
and I should never hate 
together everyone could turn this around
it is never too late

it's time to take one step forward 
and no longer take any back
this country, this world, our children's' future is at stake
and that is a fact

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details | . You can read it on' st_url='' st_title='Earth's Tribe Comes of Age'>

Earth's Tribe Comes of Age

My future captures my imagination
as my past grows lost in memory.

I imagine winning this economics game
by competing with everyone
and continuing to win unsurpassed
to finally arrive at my goal
no one else anywhere near my self-inflicted finish line,
behind locked doors within my own locked-up competing mind.

Each day invites my reincarnation
of yesterday and each day before.
Each year reincarnates the prior year,
but now a year older,
and seen from diverse nuancing perspectives.
Each life reincarnates prior lives before,
but now a generation older,
seen from diverse perspectives across species,
cultures, languages,
degenerating and regenerating
decomposing and re-integrating.

Each new millennial generation invites resolving reincarnation,
as this trans-generation completes our global information sharing network,
learning together how we each cooperate our hope for Earth,
for our children, and theirs, and theirs...
for ourselves,
regenerating this Common culture sensed and woven together
more synergetically than possible
in any pre-millennial spacetime.

Time gravitates toward future in my imagination 
and conversations of coincidental confluent discernment,
as Earth's time flows backward
in personal memory
and orthodox
Primal ReGenerative
Original Intent and Designing
Tao Codex.
Universal Intelligence
rediscovering ourselves
within Earth's ribonucleic elliptical mirror.

Permacultured stories tell of time and place
when and where and how metaphysics and math
were children of polyculture-rooted spirit/breath
development and design,
poetry and scientific revolutions,
dynamic open system ecological evolution,
self- and other-regenerative economies,
self-reiterating bicameral identities,
and seasonal changes,
and day's light warming
over night's dark-dream warnings
of cognitive dissonance emerging
by suboptimizing speciating integrity
of ego within all-embracing supereco
of Left deductive logic and Right inductive analogic
of yang with yin
of generations past still unfolding in generations future
within this presence gifted now.

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