Can a person outgrow their identity, acceptance that you’re legion, broken head, the fact that you die in all sorts of ways, this honey in a jar, at that point can your mind flow outside of it, in what way would the situation change, men and women, god’s hand masturbating, would anything matter, and would there be such a thing as freedom, what your spirit found comfort in when you were younger, open doors, and how a ghost would flow, programming, characters, puppets and how string pulls, a grand architect, a visionary and an artist, making movies, and binding them to VHS tapes, bumblebees and water lilies, the echo of god in all the small things, essentially what a human is, so many ideas, naturally someone has to preside over them, deal with all the issues that arise, within their realm of responsibility, but as we work with computers, who knows what sort of things of things we connect to, servers and switches, Ethernet cables, in a way it connects universes, and so much possibility is dependent on this sort of connection, in a way it’s like a prayer, still under the domain of the heavens, the sun and the moon, if there was a manifestation of their humanity, what sort of bullshit would they have to deal with, in the end this may still be honey in a jar, and for each of my intentions, there could be a natural reaction, the heavens make their voice known both in the future and the past, if anyone cared to listen, it’s obvious to see that the universe is speaking back, the depths of hell, and the echo of all sorts of mistakes, maybe the river flows and the stone rolls down the hill, what does it matter, maybe rules still matter, stay in your lane, opportunity, and the right person for the job, safety and security, and staples of life, live, laugh, love, I’m just wondering where I stand, peace and a boy in a bubble, as we grow older, old age may be the same for anyone, all the stuff we cared about, matters less and less, the flames of desire dwindle, and we become satisfied with the idea of death, and value changes, after riding the roller-coaster and playing the game, we find a place to settle, and we become eager for rest, and we may be satisfied, to be occupied with questions for which we already know the answer, and we rejoice when we’re able to offer simple responses, passing off responsibility, playing dumb, and overall, being happy to see innocence, content to play our role, and say our lines with eloquence, what a wonderful thing, when the question is easy, or better yet, when there’s whispers hinting at nothing, still waters, and the sweet sound of silence…

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