Worthy of space and time to have alone, without worry for execution nor persecution for ones status or vulnerability. To determine acceptable want and need.
All hominin struggle with this regardless of socioeconomic status, the dance of connection versus entanglement into anothers trajectory of being.
Human being.
A fleeting thing, a shooting star, so short lived from far away yet more than everything up close.
Each a mess of love and hope all lost over and again to an unknowing.
Seeking, truth, beauty, wisdom, or just pretty things without knowledge of the depth of what brings true appeal and attraction.
Or merely distraction.
Togetherness yet seperateness.
Push and pull.
To have space and resources to stand alone to define oneself, yet also not to be ostracised for solitude. Have trust in oneself to know, there is always a way through.
Everyone takes something for granted.
Time wasted to be analysed by ones society, when all one wants from their society is solitude and peace of mind.
Yet as a member of ones society there are only problems ever unfolding for what the future brings about, with every second from every billion persons small ripple of existance.
The many layers of creation, maintenance, destruction.
Pulsing along
Pulsing along.
Collectively stuck in a cycle of creating systems to the point systems overlap and impact reproductive health from the push and pull within the earthly plane of the human body when not anchored to the moon itself.
Stuck in a cycle of not maintaining what once brought fear of unkowning and stigma. The haunted realms of victorian architecture in mumbai. Men having devils moments.
The gaps in unity created from business and monetary as a power and knowledge not bestowed intergenerationally. Only fiscal responsibility
The act, to unify, based on namesakes to honor those lost to an endless plunder to civilise the barbaric notions of the sea.
Yet, what have we achieved in that realm.
Destruction, controlled destruction. Yet when war, human are driven as players no art in that realm no real chaos to grow thought from. Destruction of the earth through means of control, creating further problem and unknowns intergenerationally from “the act”.
Pushing away into an unknown solitude, not knowing what I align with in that space. What wisdom brings me into connection again from my one life. Forever alone drifting yet still connected to something.
Maybe just a shooting star. A gaseous cloud. A rock.
Maybe we all crave persecution in the end.
Persecution be just within what defies a culture formed to protect each other from what destroys morality of being.
Yet society developing dominantly without allowance for the evolution of any collective culture, ritual formed to protect from modern pathogen x,y,z. Sees further unknowing.
Even from a basic woe of the past, a silver mite or…
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