2003-04-10 - 2:21 a.m.
it all comes down to this:
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in the real world, the big fish eat the little fish (unless the little fish is a pirahna).
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Rule #1
there is an exception to every rule (except for that rule, for which there is no exception).
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there are always extenuating factors (exceptions) involved in any given event or situation. We don't always know all the externals. Even if we think we do, we inevitbly encounter some embarassingly valid alternative to our puny perspective.
With that in mind, consider this:
the readiness to open up to other possibilities is true freedom thinking. the unfolding of a flower bud in the morning light brings both the passive response and active receptivity, though the event was initiated by angstron beats, like life giving shoots rushing through the entire photosynthetic makeup and all of its systemic supportive functions. The transfiguration taking place in the appearance of the flower has been likened to the awakening of a fairy full of pixie like plumage originating from her effervescent life source and magically emanating then shooting like umbrella radials in fountains of shimmering glitters to all those below her.
opening up to spells and incantations excluded, it is good to be open to a somewhat mystic viewpoint (within parameters): the idea that all matter was created by things in the spiritual world is accurate. As accurate as somantics will allow.
however, if that fairy is showering all those below her in binding spells to attract them for her own reasons, what's to say she's not herself controlled and bound to a whole network of umbrellas, piercing their radials into hearts below them, harpooning them with barbs of self-glorifying lust... and then still further up the echalons of interdepartmental network bindings there is one great binder, seeking to hold souls hostage in these networks, like a giant Multi Level Marketing stratagist, saturating the market with his club members only, higher price, lower quality, tabloid of consumer items...
And you pay your dues. You buy the product. You have coverdish dinners. You take a number and wait. You see people as fellows instead of prospects. You attempt to unentangle yourself from unseen barbs. You remember seeing an old Tarzan movie with quicksand and some guy with his safari bell brim hat still on his head, struggling to get out but only sinking deeper... You see the flicker of light pulsing at your eyes and you open up just a little to the possibility of the figure on the screen being your life in review. It's all reruns and no one is laughing. Maybe it wasn't good to open up to just anything. Always check the waters for pirahna (except regions outside of South America where they're indigenous)
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