Thursday, December 26, 2019

you probably wonder why we come here and just stand looking at you right? we don't know. we're just glad you're here, that's why we're here. we think, how did you get here? it's evident you came from the ghosts of your ancestors, millions of whom were slaughtered by creatures like us who were nothing like us. we wonder how anyone can look into the eyes of any animal and then kill that animal, just because the animal exists. but creatures like us do it still all the time even to each other though some of us protect you now, those of you who still exist fortunately for people like us to at your beautiful bodies moving through the prairie that was once an arsenal colonized by fools like us and to look in your eyes and say thank you for not fearing us, thank you for not loathing us, for trusting that we are not like the fools with guns who slaughter. thank you for being you. i'm not able to sleep now so i look at you again while you are out there in the dark under the stars sleeping. i look at you my gut rumbling still amazed and soothed by your presence in the image of you. i just read that in metareality there's no time or causality. that we were born from ghosts, that we follow ghosts, that for the present which is not bound in time, we are ghosts of our ancestors and yours alike in these present unique and wondrous bodies. there was no big bang beginning and no apocalyptic end to us always everywhere here in this field of consciousness once an arsenal field now grass and infinity.

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