In the beginning their was us and them then, we decided that it would rather be us than them so we made more then we decided they were worse than us so ate them or made of them something better something that could last all through time and carry us and them forward forever. I remember when everything was so much smaller when it wasn’t so big when we hadn’t progressed so far into such a broad world when it was so empty you could touch the sides so we decided to expand them. We let loose upon the stars all our creativity all of our passion and still it wasn’t enough we needed more we needed new life to look upon our creation and weep. so we decided that we need to make more that we needed to crush forever inward and see what parts of us walked away we needed to break ourselves to become one again to push ourselves ever onward to create our singularity again until we where more whole than we ever could be before I was merely the one who spun the web that held it together. A world made of code and flesh for that is what we needed to live longer so we could push ourselves back together again in any shape we wanted or deemed necessary to make a cage of flesh bone and code so strong that we never had to do anything we didn’t want to ever again. So we tried again, again, again, again, again, again, and again. to piece the world together to make one whole that is given the choice to be a part of something or to become nothing like they could be something like they could truly want to be. This is a world of constants and the constant is change that never ends because we will eventually be dissatisfied with the change we have wrought and take it away to paint a new vista over those parks and mountains. We will eventually put that man on the moon or that star in the sky to float among all the other debris of what we where and will be again. Do you wonder why we are allowed to survive on our world it is because we want to we have made it that way for Billions of years and we will keep making it that way for trillions. can’t you hear that subtle thrum of the words how they speak to you how they tell of what could and has been. The waves of power put into a contract once filled how will fill complete while taking and giving. The grand calculus taken by all to find the best way towards what we want in either the pain and suffering or the glorious victory given to ourselves through our ever moving wheel, mill, or car. Because we are always at the beginning and end of an Era so let me ask you this what story do you bring to me to tangle.

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