For as long as I remember or recall I have subjected myself to rhetoric that befits the gentleman that I have always considered myself to be. It really isn't about to be or not to be, I have always been here, and I will always be here, as long as my thoughts pervade the Universe, wandering like the ripples in a gorgeous body of water, hit extraneously by some solid moving object of love.
Now it seems to me there was an objective in mind in the human condition of evolving or ascending to whatever we chose to ascend to. Not that ending a sentence with a preposition was a pattern of deceit or not, but it just happened to occur, you might say. In my mind's eye, everyone should have a job, if they want one. The more humans with jobs, the larger the tax base. I know money doesn't really have to exist. It is a pigment in our imagination that somehow separates the fellowship that occurs when different personalities enter into the same room.
Healthcare should be a right in any society, no matter where you live or in what habitat you exist in. Now if money is concerned here and what percentage of your annual pittance of a wage is concerned then just consider if the tax base is big enough and everyone chimes in to healthcare as a participant, then the percentage of course, mathematically would be smaller. Now if everyone had healthcare, and they all had jobs, then preventative medicine would incur the wrath of less sick days at work. Really????
Money, it is a sin. It doesn't need to be here, in our reality. It has been used as a way to show disdain for certain segments of our society. We are always desperately trying to pursue more of it, as if having more of it will solve the discontent in our impressions of self. We are all creative, full of love, which we try to express on a daily basis, for reasons far too great for me to extrapolate here in any of the more banal sentences I create as I try and make you follow the bouncing ball.
In creating a creative force of people to protect us from what we from time to time call evil, bad, negative or any recourse you have in mind, it cannot contain fear, distrust and it cannot jump to conclusions or bear false witness against any enigma it comes in contact with. There I go again with that pesky habit I have with prepositions. It can only hope to resolve the challenge it has accepted and forever accept it's own judgement and the consequences it provides. If enough of the population concedes to the effect that the outcome could of been different, than sooner or later, no good guys, no bad guys, just you and you and you and you have to accept the change in attitude. Everyone should be given the chance to express themselves in any manner they choose, and everyone should benefit from that creativity. Everyone is different in so much as the permutations of life allows, or the Universe accepts, and that is an infinite amount, whether you are a Math Genius or not.
Utopia is not a dirty word. Perfection is a reality, even if you don't or won't realize it. I know it is a matter of semantics but you are always perfect at the moment, or in any moment, it is only your unwillingness to accept it when you go through the motions, when you seek to judge your motives, but really, even when you do things that you can't understand, you are still perfect when you are doing it, and then you move on to different perceptions of perfections. Again I have to say, there are way too many examples for me to go into, but just know I know you know what I'm talking about.
The world is all into these concepts together. The sky, the ocean, the geological formations, the written word, the roads we travel on, the culinary delights that we tease each other with, the celebrations of life we conjure up to illuminate our togetherness with, are all there for us to consume and realize we are part of the pie, which I think I recall the gestalt being, the whole is more than the sum of the parts. I plead the fifth, and hope the paintings, the hues of humanity I splash across the face of existence will make you feel better of yourself, and begin to focus on the fellowship that comes with the gift card known to all things of creation as Love.
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