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Life is like an ecstatic dancer. To keep your balance, you must keep counter-stepping with the music.

Knowing a thing, is not the same as understanding it.   One is an extension of a function, the useful repetition of that thing, The other, of contextualizing, placing it through a dynamic universe.     A hammer develops to be used for a physical need, of hitting at spikes and nails, But it morphs into a shaping tool, a chipper, or even weapon in certain situations. Knowing is a one way journey that ends at utility extent, Building itself into a great pyramid upon a pinnacle i

To be charitable, you need to have something in excess, To be generous, you only need what you already have.   I love the generous, for they gave me a piece of their soul, But those of charity, first looked down upon me as lacking.   But, no shame did I feel, when basic services were generously offered, Not because I required such kind charity, but because I was a human.   When a home’s pricing did not befall me upon streets, When food and water was provided daily unpoisoned,

I live in this wondrous state, Where everything is possible, But I also know, that nothing is.   Yet, I’m told, I need not worry, For soon I’ll be a luxury addict, With benefits of the superrich, Once AI starts ordering my life, And the robots do all the work, Just gotta wait a decade or so, It's green hills on the other side. And, as of late, I've sensed AI chasing my mind, Forcing my whole life into a mad dashing state, So, hopefully soon, I won't have to toil in a body.  

I write as Shadow has moved me to, creative shatter, Not with the researched linearity of formal argument, But by bits of imagery crystalizing what you’re feeling.

I can only stare at the bright sun for a few seconds, But the moon lets me wonder for an entire evening.

How witty and smart I felt knowing so much about aristocracy, Each fine debatable detail of such a corrupt political economy, Which I could use to beat over-the-head of them easily mislead. Each book a thud-whack at their mind, Each idea a cudgel of shame I did lord, Each exclusionary grouping my power!   Yet, how weak and foolish I looked spewing it out so arrogantly, Using knowledge as divisive tool, not consolidating connection, Nor engaging to organize an army of labour t

Oh yes, for sure, at some point on your adventure, you must seek the library of knowledge, And when there, set about discovering those many secret details that will aid your journey. But, I mean, also be realistic, don’t expect the keepers of knowledge to do any real fighting...   They’re far too smart for that, ya see, And they’ve got history down to a tale, So they already know the long endings, And would rather read of doomed glory, By the warmth of fire and cushion chair,

Tearing into bits something so obviously dislikable, Is an easier task, than connecting for a fuller vision.

Duality is a wicked thing, And yet, it’s purest good.