PEPPERMAN 04052025

I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE , TO WHAT IS KNOWN AS , CHOICES OF LAND. UNLIMITED CHOICES , THAT I COULD SIMPLY DEMAND. A SPACE , WITHIN TIME , IS CONSIDERED A LAND. POINTS OF INTEREST , WERE IN THE PALM OF MY HAND. FOREVER GROWING , UNIVERSE OF TIME. ENDLESS THOUGHTS , KEEP CROSSING MY MIND. SO MANY SPACES , I REALIZE HOW BLIND I REALLY AM , SEARCHING FOR SPACE OR LAND , IN TIME. UNKOWING AND KNOWING TWO DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS. IN BETWEEN ARE ENDLESS REFLECTIONS. WANTED , DESIRED EVEN REJECTIONS THERE'S ARE PATHS TO BE TAKEN THAT LEAD TO PROJECTIONS. WHAT WE HAVE SEEN , WAS ONCE A PROJECTION IN THIS LAND OF TIME IT'S MEARLY REFLECTION. INVERSE AND EXVERSE , DON'T BE MISLEAD BOTH EXIST INSIDE OF OUR HEAD. TIME IS SPACE, MEASURED AND DISTANCED , STANDING STILL WITHOUT RESISTANCE. SO HERE I STAND , WITH AN OPEN MIND , A PERMANANT FIXTURE , IN THE LAND OF TIME. LIFE IS TIME , A MEAR PROJECTION , HOW WE ARE SEEN , IS SEEN AS REFLECTION. THERE ARE HOLES IN TIMES , EXTRACTING REFLECTION , REDIRECTING , UNWORLDLY DIRECTIONS. GOING FORWARE , MEANS LEAVING BEHIND. RECORDED SCENES , IN THE LAND OF TIME... MEMORIES ... IMAGINATIONS... ARE THE FOUNDATIONS , OF THE LANDS OF TIME. Michael E.Harris 04052025