Things are going more or less
The same way but worse
Brutal wars expand their mess
Still the best is force
Laws of overregulation
Fill the daily news
Stupid collectivization
Limitless absurd abuse
And my little asteroid
I’m afraid has lost its way
Crossing out the empty void
Designed with AI display
Planet Earth expects to feel
The hot asteroid’s kiss
But its place she can’t reveal
AI busy hands changed keys
Asteroid cannot see
Sister Earth seems gone
So it flies beyond the screen
To the great unknown
Love, it’s our job, I knew
It would end like this
And I think you knew it too
Bring me back your kiss…
Once understanding truth, is when fiction becomes paramount.
If not for fiction, truth would never expand, rather stay static.
Without fiction, invention would not become possible, just a cosmetic.
Without fiction, creativity would become impractical, in turn ceasing much doubt
Without fiction, where's contradiction? Relying on fact alone creates a closed mind,
Unwilling to learn or listen to opinion or interpretation, with a mind stuck behind.
Letting go of what is already known imbeds a sense of venture, a willingness to interpret.
If not for this sense of venture, opinion becomes subvert.
Learn from past followings of mass consensus,
Think for yourself, form your own opinions, free from collectivization.
Only once you have your original thought, begin intertwining with truth, make it pragmatic.
In order to grow, you first must relinquish that which is known.
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