…..usually a great fall comes after a great climb, surely our climb was backwards and into the ground, we have yet to be found, the last thousand years proves this reasoning sound… Was it evolution that made pollution, and weapons of mass destruction; they wasn’t made to exclude, nukes refuse to be rude, but no one will be left, so they won’t get booed, you won’t even have a body to be found in the nude, are we intelligent beings or intelligent beast, so what we pray to the East, so do the baboon… other animals acknowledge the moon and is in tune with the earth’s magnetic bloom. We should meditate before we move, and not develop a tone, just get in tune. Move through meditation and contemplation to reach our destination; most scientific breakthroughs would be irrelevant if we was in tune with the earth, moon and stars, instead we drive cars, sit in bars to give ourselves scars. Civilization is a series of civil acts, but it’s the physical inventions that have our very souls in suspension.
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I enjoy your free flow of thought, heading in different directions, exploring every option, encapsulating whole philosophies in a hint or a nod or a question. Intelligent beasts we are... we climbed and climbed and... wait, here we are back on the ground.
I assume your reference to the "great fall" also hints at the great loss mankind suffered when we were tossed out of paradise!
Exactly, I start off free-styling, then I allow intelligence to take over later, but without sacrificing the flow of things… and yes I was thinking about eden, and the psychology of man.
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