Maybe those places with the ebb and flow of life giving and taking, are better for the growth of humanity than say a fixed setting to grow from.
Say a port with the haze of plague lingering and retreating, inflation and deflation occuring within a few weeks.
Reality as it is, a reminder.
Spaces there is both despair and hope for change.
With place for prayer.
With nature pressed against humanity vis a tergo.
I as one, as we all are, have no equal, yet as beings we all are on par.
The fixed setting…
When the colour from life is taken through us, and our intelligence is given to the machine.
The machine that empowers those without a brain.
All I want to do is sit in some clean rain.
When the lights are always on, electricity always running, computers always wirring.
Wirring
Stirring
With our wiring.
The wiring we created.
Painting the world with,
black, white, grey and yellow.
Hello.
Can you hear me.
Do not fear me.
Why do you hate me so.
Joh
Oh. No.
How can we have created a digital god.
To dictate the economy as the driver of our species.
Instead of teaching the power within.
In.
Sin.
Why do we not teach to check what we put into the bin.
Why can I not be content without seeking more.
What lore
do we need thereonin.
Redb 