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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required How do we uproot ourselves from the earth to fully ascend to the heaves above, how do we reconfigure our neurological pathways to convince our heads to unplug from the system, our hands to put down the screens, our eyes to blind themselves to the news, our ears to block out misdirection, our souls to repel artificial frequencies, our morals to ascend the primal, how? How do we amputate the saurian tail, and end the serpent’s day. As the bison, we require little more than food and water, with the addition of shelter, So, what is the nature of the luxury by which we destroy ourselves, our families, our nation, our earth, does it creep into our lives by virtue of another’s trickery and greed, Conformity, In-group societal dynamics, or simple desire, the desire for comfort, the desire to abandon the natural struggles of our true lot, that which makes us most human, most truthful, most competent, most skilled, most alive. Where do we go then, once we have obtained an abundance of surplus not nearly necessary to the true and simple natures of our being, bigger houses, more clothes, elaborate and finer foods, multiple sources of heat, innumerable flavours of drink, when we have deserted the full adventure of life for a vacation in a constricted window of time, rushing back to the drug of money, a drug that dulls the dreams and sinks the spirit into the palest blue. As seeds, we have been convinced to place ourselves in the soil and shoot downward, where our minds, flower within the dark.
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