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As we start our travels clutching onto our mother’s front torso or riding on our father’s back, we see, hear and feel things. Paths, roads, colors, vibrations of all kinds are bounced off or absorbed by us. Others do not get by our protector’s walls. Those lucky enough to have two are the most fortunate.
Carried along, at first, as we start at the far expanded end extremities of the many convergent meeting lines, which glow in the sunshine, for we are too small to reach out on our own. The emptiness below bottomless, bone crushing end too easily arrived. Too heavy for wind we are, not like the true baby spider.
We are carried on the sunny or dark side of the web, we are. Sometimes because of pure traffic at others the sheer brutality of others ways. One side being good the other not as so.
When we grow old enough, some way too soon. Very little allotted time, room or chance to play or grow. We start to grapple from one of the eight main path of knowledge to another. As now we are a little bigger and the center of the web is getting closer. Our own reaching is sufficient. Parents or caregivers are no longer as needed as before.
The eight main paths each intertwined themselves with many others. Seven or eight or even twenty, past present and/or future pillars of power also feed/affect us. Each in their own way, time and place exhibiting stronger attraction, repulsions and influences. The lures of knowledge and pseudo always there everywhere. Our instinctive natural curiosity, sucking the sap of/for intellectual and body fulfillments, satisfactions. We stopping and enjoying more often the same places, at first, as those who carried us forward, not so long ago. As we had watched our parents suckle the information and ways that made them blush with color, energize their minds and will, so will or would we, until, we try and find something more appetizing. Something different, more pleasurable to our slightly different bodies and mind centers then that of our parents.
Geography, mathematics, physics, language, biology, computers, music and movement and a whole other multitude of words to describe the paths that are to be learned or are taught by these lines. Their watched and unwatched centurions, guardians or crusaders, standing there dishing out as laid out to plan or with unwanted or/and expected twists of life’s learnings. These many official legal paths of the wheel of knowledge and their other feeders...controlled, watched and/or not .
Because we have developed the written, the web stretches way back. Giving it more of a speaker look. Time herself, the culprit, giving knowledge a three dimensional look. Some seeing a speaker with wires (instructions) coming from some far off entity some call God(s). I myself not knowing the real truth as yet, more of a snails shell, I see. Forever getting smaller into history until there is only one molecule or atom of our beginnings left. Origins, real truth, as yet explained, proven and understood by anyone of past or alive today.
Our goal as should be, explained or instructed to us, but not, by all those involved in the building of the web is to try to reach the center in order for us to add if one can to the web of knowledge. No one has ever reached that spot where the whole world can hear at the same time!
At least, most arrive at a comfortable spot, where they start to create a new (or some) other learning entity (i.e.). New journey people, spiders of mankind, builders of a stolen hogged planet.
Reaching the center or close, we can, then contribute. At least try.
Our turn to give back. The eight pillar of power. The individual. The reaching the point where one tweaks, speaks or sub-hooves ones bases, trebles or/and volumes. The answers, reactions or solutions of ones observed and absorbed journey's learnings.
Very few reach that center yet it is or should be; all our duty as so called intelligent beings that we call ourselves, to do so.
The Matrix is our web of accumulative knowledge.
If only we can let go of some of the hurtful or interfering pasts threads or sap. Then the web would become a, calm even plain of still water, for all of life here on earth. We would all be able to start anew together on an even foot or keel.
Equality, equilibrium, sharing, hope, truth, faith, all life, in a same stable boat.
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Gerald Derome
Forty eight years young.
Third stage of my life physically, second or forth/fifth upstairs?
I fully understand the environments we swim in. The whys we do the things we do, are the way we are.
I have faith in what i see and write as attainable solutions to our earthly man made problems.
My perspective is influenced by time mostly. I, and others, seeing ourselves as such fools (as a whole) while th eso called educated and leaders, arrogantly brag about being the opposite.
Mankind is not smart in his ways, we all know that.
Fear of even positive Global needed change is quite evident.
Just a cleaner. Trying to clean IT all.
Gerald Derome aka not_neo
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Stable Boat clarita zarate | Jan 7th, 2005
It reminds me of a dream I have where it is very peacefull and the ocean is the floor.
I got a lot out of reading what you wrote.
I liked it enough that I'd like to come back and read it a couple more times.
Stable Boat clarita zarate | Jan 7th, 2005
It reminds me of a dream I have where it is very peacefull and the ocean is the floor.
I got a lot out of reading what you wrote.
I liked it enough that I'd like to come back and read it a couple more times.
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