The Tree House

Nestled high on a tree top.. Inside my tree house.. High upon a hill.. Away from civilization Away from the restraints of society.. A society in which is corrupt at times.. A society in which life is only a matrix of robotic forms. Robotics exist as such.. As do humans that function in their own reality matrix as machine.. Men and women believe they must contribute to this society .. Only as a business transaction.. A business transaction in the reality matrix .. That one's life is only based on survival mode.. One must switch a lever to always remain in survival mode.. One's life isn't for living.. One's life is for survival.. An intertia of survival mode.. Maintains a narrow view of the matrix on the whole.. Narrow version of robotic forms it is.. Men, women, and machines.. Humans behaving as robotics. Robotics behaving as humans.. A society in which conditions one's mind.. A conditioning of a mind.. In which will allow one to believe, we are a mere tiny speck of dust.. That lies in this massive universe.. Just a meaningless speck of dust.. A speck of dust in the wind.. Wind blows.. A speck of dust evaporates slowly but surely.. No longer in existence A meaningless life.. Filled with only a value of what one can donate to the society.. With much blood, sweat and tears.. We pay dearly for contributing to the society.. The reality matrix of robotic forms.. One cannot hear One cannot listen.. One can only do.. As society instructs.. On the whole.. The reality matrix is extremely meaningful.. One's life is indeed worth living.. One's life isn't based only on survival mode.. So here I am nestled high on a tree top.. As I enjoy my lovely tree house.. High upon a hill.. Peaceful in every which way.. Serenty is priceless.. Joy is priceless.. Love is priceless.. As I breathe the fresh air of life.. As I glance at my luscious sorroundings.. Consisted of nature and greenery.. A greenery that seems velvet.. Velvet greenery by day.. Shimmering moon by night.. A glistening starry night.. Only the illumination of the moon and the stars.. I feel gratitude.. Gracious I feel.. As i am divine.. Divinity speaks to me.. And I hear.. And I listen.. Here high upon a hill.. In my lovely tree house.. Away from the matrix of robotic forms..