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THE SUM OF LIFE

The Sum Of life:
   Between the earth and the sunset is a Grey matter, between your scull and your brain is a Grey matter, at times I feel like gray matter, everyone speaks and recognizes...OZONE, and black hole, they speak of space, time and dimension.... But me Grey matter I am the most important matter, the substance that form fills , conforms to any space it occupies. I am always with you in may ways i am omnipresent, who knows why I continue to shield you. Sometimes I am mucus or gel like, I am despised on sight, I am gray matter...I Cause beauty to happen; though I am not beautiful, unless you train your eyes to see things differently, see with an all seeing eye. Did you know there's no life without me -for I am the" embryonic sac".  I may even be God. The deliverer. I am Grey matter, you turn up your nose up at me shun, and ignore me, slime I am. Life giving, life saving Grey matter. Human beings you are full of me like it or not I may even be god. There's nothing wrong with Grey, gray matter saves" hallelujah" matter. Gray matter I want to thank you right now, I praise you right now i never recognized you but know my 3rd eye is open right now.     
  Thank you Grey matter for your slime producing snails, research revealing cures in the Grey matter of their slime worthy is thy gel... "hallelujah" gray matter gray matter the only matter that matters. Without you there would be "no matter",the only matter that matters is gray matter, no matter what's' the matter, for any matter, no matter what. I will always remember what, matter, matters, blood is red, and we see it occasionally, some even worship it, its good to see blood every now and then because we know it sustains. Like the sun sets on the seashore, the unsettling dust of the "Grey" the great gray, the greatness of greyness is performing                      

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