My way of thinking has changed.
From one of continued movement against force, to a potentially new more efficient bidirectional interface.
Now there is one of not resurrection because I was not dead but one of though the internal pressure has been released from a boil, that pressure is no longer there because it has been released into a vast openness.
It’s that time again.
Another fork in the road.
Another choice to be made.
One leads to attempting to hold responsible people for their actions.
The other leads to attempting to rise above, be involved, taking abuse while showing a better way.
Just trying to steadily chip away at it all.
And yet another path lies before me as well.
It is the least traveled.
It is that which I saw in the thought by the swirling cooling star.
Which lead to re-identification, again, while walking beside me.
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What are you father, what are you…
It is that which confines our interaction with in a space and contact is made beyond, only by allowance of that which allows.
But everything that the allowance encompasses must first be examined in the individual as well as the collective.
Of what type collection are we?