Can you wake without regret? I sleep without fear and wake without knowing what the following day will bring, despite my trespasses into lands of prediction, parched by the burning sunlight of foreboding and anticipation for an oasis for mind and body. Walk across a deserted city, with sky scrapers of superfluous design and bootless stretching towards a heaven of no consequence and an afterlife without what life requires. Observe the places where people once collected each other, in memories and photos and evidence to themselves and others that they have what they want and want at all. And once the mental taxes have been taken and the photos have burned, we have lost all that we built, from sky scrappers to sanity, and never once did any one realize that to collect is futility, and to always be searching is the solution to an empty city.
Do you know how fortunate your touched life is? Touched by god or happenstance or good graces, and inevitably touched by the magnitude of the people bumping into you. Walk at a pace slower than life and see the joyous looks in the eyes of those that meet yours. The glimmer of hope and desire and need that the higher contact made will carry on into a more cradled and handled existence. Envelop yourself in the impossible ties among all you hold and know. Walk, I say, slower than this pestilent race to the end of contests for each other - the love of life is victory without need. Slow your maddening pace and watch, for what is seen is not all to be seen, and what is known is not.
This is not advice, it is what is. Deidcated to all reading it.
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To collect is to collect for the purpose of collecting, thus, it satisfies the need in its purpose, and is complete in that it is a complete action. I do not deny impermanence, though permanence cannot be denied in its form either. A rustle of wind cannot be denied, though it has blown... bitch. And your mom.
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