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Ubi, What If I'M Missing the Necessary Solve It, Opportunity For Statues Long Version

On this UBI's Day, May 1st, to observe the greatest socioeconomic concept ever conceived. UBI, what if I'm missing the necessary. Solve it, opportunity for statues. Long version This statue down there, across me, don't know what hunger is and what's to be needy. No needy left a statue, at the most became a saint, what didn't have is reverse inspiration. You can't have all you want, but not having all you need it's a pity for human race, it's plenty's AI auto era, metal bodies, arms and fingers point on me: have what you need, not having, it's not allowed. Don't expect a man plant with stems and branches growing grains, fruits and juices, device the equivalent, rise to the heights of your creator, you wasn't made out of misery unworthy economic being, make them a gift, and have them as gift, life's gift, for piece of mind and fulfillment, effortlessly, with our society's work only. Solve it. Become a worthy human statue. Your cells drive your needs, beating your logic to rush run hurry push, that's need's scare, ask your god why, get the answer, and bring it down to earth. Say it all to the tall powers to whom earth belongs to: millennia shaped me and great minds civilized me, but still You have me wonder on The Bad Old, Aeonian Question, What If, what if I'm missing the necessary, now that there is plenty of everything around, and without our nature's holdings too, which you pretend you guard. It is then, that I and we, give in, the smallest boats in deep wavy seas. Other species await in you, without sorrow questions thus without negative feelings, freer about its wellbeing. Who objects to this, forces of petty power up there must do what's needed, those next to you but far, powers abstract and really unknown, like the sky. What's sky, where is the substance, always as far as started going to it, far, there, where it meets the earth, even going up yourself to the tall mountain, makes sky and earth look further apart. Who are they, that stop me, can't really see them, I'm changing them and they remain the same. Solve It. No more. Rebirth of the human kind. A new human being may emerge, to live life as was meant to be, effortlessly, with society's work.only. I had a dream once, a dream unheard, but didn't know that a lot of people had. "A Basic Income is an income unconditionally granted to all on an individual basis, without means test or work requirement"

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