How the ego grows, the smaller a person is, and how a person and their mind grows, the bigger their ideas are, how such great things are contained within small packages, the potential, for ideas that are useful to the world, how spirits are able to flow, between the lines, through open portals and buttholes, how ideas are communicates, how ideas become real, and how intangible reality sometimes becomes, how people are able to flow through the cracks, how we become chickens, the very things we care to be eating, the price, the push and pull of all we partake in, how it happens according to sequence, how we’re in the same place as so many others, and how we exist in the same way as so many, how we hurt ourselves when we dare to raise our fists, how we are one under the night, how there are multitudes of ourselves existing in so many places, how we find satisfaction when another person eats their fill, and how our body shares eternities, space, and time, with so many others, how the river flows in many directions, and what can be contained within a mind, how this is honey in a jar, yet it’s still able to fit so much, and how I also exist as part of the jar, where I exist, and my role in the lives of others, how I’m viewed, and the echo of my actions, so many ripples, how much is serious, or tangible, my pocket of dreams, what my reflection is used for, and what lives my shadow dares to live, all the work he’s done, brave soldiers, so much dirty work, yet still reaching for everything, willful and daring, a heartbeat under a mountain, a normal amount of courage and intellect, something so similar to so many others, tigers, goats, and snakes, how greatness waits for the daring, how the sun and the moon pull their strings, deities and the stars in the sky, the devil and the rumble of thunder on the horizon, why so much has to echo, and how each thing that exists has to have a counter, how ideas ripple and shift, reacting to your intent, how so many great things exist, and how the heavens measure and weigh, even if they don’t really care about what you do with the life you live, and how electrons move as waves when you’re looking, how traps probably wait around the things we look down on, and how it doesn’t really matter if it was just an idea, how my body decays and how my money is dwindling, how worry and anxiety drives so much life, and how a poet looks for work, earns his food, and how we are still people, and we need to eat, how space and time work within the mind, how our mind has the same arrangement as so many others, how we’re alone and how so many scary ideas exist, how the river runs red with blood, how we exist within the bounds of humanity, and how most people want to do their work and go home, not really caring, how so much exists outside of our mind, and all the things that can pass by without concerning us, how so much doesn’t matter, but we still live with ourselves, how a universe has to eat, ghosts and demons, roads to power and immortality, how terrible ideas exist and how there’s no need to acknowledge them, how a fisherman lives, how much a person really needs, poverty, and the many situations a person can survive in, how the ground is cold, winter is harsh, how the West extends, how I’m grateful to be a Canadian citizen, how so many people dare to care, and the safety net built by those with hearts containing so much love in them, the echo of equality, and greatness that can be achieved by groups of people who are similarly-minded, how so much thought and careful work goes into a functioning society, how peo0le try their best, and how people can’t help but find themselves in situations where they’re struggling, helping hands, broken bread, loving Christians, shelters and the homeless, the way god exists in so many ways, and in so many people, how we’re all people, filled with spirits, and following signals, how so much may not matter, so much may be accidents or random, and how a cookie crumbled, but how so much seems to follow a careful design, how there’s no way to really know, heaven and hell, how all people can do is try their best…

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