Many people are black or white thinkers. They don’t like gray. They don’t do nuance. Others live completely in the gray zone. I, for one, live in the gray. More often than not, I’m comfortable living in the gray. I think such a framework has helped me move forward in life as I often didn’t get stuck in ambuguity.
Fast forward, however, to the year 2020. The year that we either wished we could do it over or fast forward through. Our minds are struggling on how to process it all. Society, as a whole, is struggling. Individuals, businesses and institutions are at their breaking points.
As a result of this breaking point at a molecular and societal level, there are mixed messages upon mixed messages that are permeating our everyday life.
Case in point, many businesses have in their storefront windows signs to bring both closed and open. It’s as if they can’t make up their mind. However, at this point why not have multiple signs and mixed messages at the ready? There is hardly any consistency in the air and we might as well be ready for anything that may come.
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Signs of the times…
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Big Picture Visionary Seers
Smaller Picture Black And
White TV; Limited to 3 Channel
Thinkers, indeed; Traveling From
Space From the Distance of Moon
Seeing a Mostly Lovely Blue And Green
Orb like Magic
As Compared
to the Other Planets
Although Saturn’s Rings
Are Kinda Cool For The Notice
A Seer of ‘ET Intelligence’ Will see
is the Cancer Rising Out of the Blue
And Green Orb; Pandemic, Indeed, Human
ViRuS Destruction And Death Star CuLTuRES
of Hairless Apes Amazingly Destroying the Only
Home They will Ever Be Evolved to Breathe as
‘The ET’ Hovers Over Earth WHere is the HeART
LiGHT For the Rest of Nature Escaped and then ‘The
ET’ as many i’m Sure, Researches the Issue Finding A Desert
in the Past When Humans Are Taller than Lifeless Sand So they
Equal A Grain
of Sand
they Are
As All of God
As Nature Naked
Gets Lost in the Human
CuLTuRaL SiN Transaction
of Making Existence Less than
All that is Reducing Nature to
Words; Idols of Essence
For What All Nature
Breathes in Dance
And Song Now
Still When
Living
Wild
And Free;
So Now, ‘The ET’
And or ET’s, No Matter
How many Exist Hovering
Above the Earth, See the Tipping
Point of Darkness the Death Star
That Human CuLTuRES continue to
Bring; ‘They’ Ask, Take me to Your Leader
The Leader of All this Destruction, Death,
Misery and Suffering Coming More; They
Don’t Have to Look Far; indeed ‘He’ Has
His Own TV Station; Fox News; There They
See the Essence of the problem; Human Lies Human Lies
Human
Lies
Exposed
in Light of Dark Truth
So What Will ET Do;
Smiles, Just took
A Photo in the
Back Yard
of A Rabbit
Eating Greenery
From Wild Flower Colors;
A Squirrel Scampering Across
the Yard; Birds Singing Among Trees
of So Many Species too; Just Growing
Green Coloring The Earth With No Restraint;
For They KNoW, No Evil of the Human Kind; They
KNoW, No Ignorance Clothed Away From Nature Our Kind…
if only
We Had
Never Put on
Clothes Around
Our Flesh and Blood
And HeART of LoVinG
All That Breathes And Grows;
Then Perhaps We Would Not Be
on the Precipice of the Tipping Fall Now
It’s
only
Just Begun;
Yet the Rabbit
Still Munches Green;
The Squirrel Still Scampers
Across the Wild Flower Weeds
For Sun Flowers We Feed ‘We’ give
more
than
We take
It’s always been
The Real Path to Success….
As Science Shows, After Human
Goes away Committing Group Suicide
Freely this way; in 300 MiLLioN Years
A Nautilus Shell May Still Exist in the Fossil
Record
But No
Memory
Left of the
CuLTuRaL
Sin of Clothes
We Continue to Wear
Destroying the Nature
That Will Recover Just Fine
After the Cancer of Us
Clothed is far gone now..
There is one Solution,
Get Naked And Play
Together Nicely again
or sadly
Die
Wile E. Coyote
Die As the Road Runner Survives…
HAha; And i’m ‘The Evil one’ for Being
‘Still Naked’….
Do Understand
What ‘The Apple’ Truly is…
At Core With Clothes on Rotten NoW in Deed…
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I live entirely in the gray, while wishing for the solidity of just being able to believe in someone. Something. Sometimes.
The problem is that everyone can’t agree on what is black and white. And I can’t ignore that other kinds of people are out there, in my world, and there’s nothing I can do about it. But I can’t, like many of them, pretend that there’s no one else.
Meanwhile, we all have to eat, almost every day, or the question becomes moot. Which means I depend on the food growers and processors, because I have no capability, at my age and state of disability, to create food for myself.
Not everyone has the luxury of ignoring reality.
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