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Swinging on a pendulum in some random place moves people; like me.
Clocks in general are quite the intricate workings.
Telling time must be of up most importance as much time spent on the making of itself.
Time making time that swings upon a pendulum of wisdom comparable with life and life in itself is beyond mysterious.

I stand in a place at times.
I swing at places sometimes.
I may be—at times—a pendulum.
I am life—as wisdom is not always to be wise—
I am like a pendulum that is like life and displays wisdom when it swings that fuel life and also death.

Back and forth we repeat our own ancestors actions as we ignore the advice we are unmistakably gifted.
Books upon books have the answers.
Person after person ignore these books and make up they're own answers.

Lies
Truths
Where lies truth? 
Truth lay upon the heart of ignorance.
Lies lay atop the trampled grasses of egotistical pride.

Thoughts matter. 
All of them.
Thoughts shape our actions.
Think about your own thoughts.
For me, at first, it was unreal.
My thinking wasn't the good guy..."He's a good guy"...they'd say.
Well, my thoughts would beg to differ.

Judgment
Good
Or
Bad

It's going to happen.
By us all...

The very ground we walk upon is judged.
Judgment is in our brains.
This ability to judge is a blessing.
Choice is freely given to you.
I decide to choose what's best suiting for me.

Me
Me
Me

You
You
You

Both are incorrect . . .

This place we live in together is called Earth.
This life we are so lucky to live is shared and not our own.
This pendulum of time is just a metaphor instructing us to keep pressing on and moving forward.

You
Me

The answer is us and is we—Having a time, together in one place, fixated on a pendulum.

May 17, 2017

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