>>7850460>continued...Is this perhaps a childlike idyllic imagining of civilization that everyone once dreams of before someone or something plucks their innocence like the nighthawk does a newly winged cicada from the sky? Perhaps. But all things most genuine and pure are childlike in nature. They are unbound by betrayal or grudges or cynicism or hate. They come most recently from one, and thus haven't yet compartmentalized their percieved singularity into polarizing frames of identity. It is by nature the unified, the singular, be forthcoming and whimsical. To die, to live ones entire life, by this belief is something so few do. As animals of impulse and instinct our minds were starved, and our once wild emotions have now become tamed into trained beasts and curiosities. Entranced by our own beings and ravenous of knowledge, we devour ourselves while collectively masturbating as a species. An unbecoming image for humanity, or even in general, but unflattering and unpleasant it must be because that is exactly what it is. Until we can live with this planet like adults yet care for us and it with a pure, childlike love, our self destruction is assured by our own insatiable reaping without sowing. And until we accept the nature of our reality and apply its implications logicality, we'll never realize that love flows freely and eternally, with no effort at all. To those closest to us, and even to those most unlike. All we must do is remember our shell is not us; our spirit, our individual consciousness, is not us; but that the marriage of the two is what gives to self.
