Life As Perceived Reality

Life As Perceived Reality We believe and think what beings we are; Juiced up ready to expel our seeds to create new generations of replications. Each with different bumps and rinds divided within, but in the end, can we really tell one from the other? What history was written? What tales were told? Where would our essence go next? The lemon and lime ponder the finality Destiny takes us through each vector and we live life as if it matters. Reward and struggle makes the day important to the ones who stay. Why-wherefore queries would often seem to lead to equivalent questions but from different questioners. shall we all arrive at the same conclusions in circulations? Semantic variables confuse and dissociate until the "why" split like a atom becomes a force to be reckoned with, an uncontrollable exhortation which like the wild stallion is difficult to tame. We excel in greatness born of trauma, ending in trauma the pluralistic motivator of the human race without which, all would all die as a mundane abstractions. There has to be, more than soul malnourishment or psyche incompatibilities that fire the ovens of our discontent. But for the millennium of existence man's emotional evolution progresses little, All of the incarnations and soul needs have been left unsatisfied and yet we still hunger for a messiah to complete our missions. . The free will of maneuverability concedes the interpretation to mean a narrow winded road with little room to avoid oncoming traffic; an open highway with eternal destinations that never seem to close the open gaps between the beginning and the end, until one learns that the beginning was the end Glory in goodness, as darkness will surely follow. The earth sends this message with each rotation In radiant awe and heart hurting sadness Possibilities are endless it is said. Once chosen the now becomes the beginning and the possibilities again become endless until the final second when it all ends as prescribed by the prescriber. Perhaps then, one may see clearly what was before us all the time and is thankful that the curtain finally closes on the succession of plays.