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order of timelines doesn’t exist, the theory of everything’s not on my list. I ask
the abstract but already know the answers aren’t facts and straight lines aren’t
rows. Although it exist we can only perceive, death is a downer that makes us
say please, but what if what’s said was not said at all would wealth and
unhappiness wear masks to the ball? It’s not that you think and therefore you are
it’s that you think with thinking that’s marred. I do not say freedom comes
with such ease, it may not exist, but wind is made evident when bending a tree,
where branches are bowed and moved with a touch, but you diagnose and prescribe
it a crutch when what is disabled is not what you view, but in how you view
what happens to you. The sunshine and flowers, the snowfall and white really
aren’t real unless you indict and say it has happened within time and space
casting your truisms on the human race. All I am saying and all I can say the
past and the future and even today are what you say and are nothing more, you
think then you say and then you deplore that which is true but it only is true
because you say so when even though it’s only made true by the doors that you
close; but if you reject and make it suspect all of the everything everyone
interjects then maybe you’ll see and won’t even try, you won’t live forever nor
will you die.
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