Why then is it that we have prejudice on things which we deem as different or alien to us? Who are we to decide what space-dust is better than another? And why of all things do some of us feel entitled to ownership of any of the universe rather than simply giving and taking only as our existence requires.
There is no profit to be made from taking from the world around us. There is nothing to be gained by hoarding resources, or by collection of some denomination of worth. If we are to survive the cosmic dance, we must first realise that we are not entitled to anything; that we are simply workers of the cosmic whole. We need be in perfect harmony as a people realised of the fact that we are mere stardust. How long will it take us to return to the Native way of the universe as our ancestors on this planet once so followed?
I hope that those of the Human species can evolve back to the true universal ways, for only then will we regain the respect of our neighbours, of the beings jovially refered to as gods, and of the Cosmos as a whole. We need to grow, to change, but of all things we need most to understand.









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Imagine the idiosyncratic waves of the frontier of nothingness expounding into the foreground of the everyday void, leaving the ravaged husk of reality heaving in it's wake... That's what it looks like inside of a closed cardboard box.
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Imagine the idiosyncratic waves of the frontier of nothingness expounding into the foreground of the everyday void, leaving the ravaged husk of reality heaving in it's wake... That's what it looks like inside of a closed cardboard box.
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Imagine the idiosyncratic waves of the frontier of nothingness expounding into the foreground of the everyday void, leaving the ravaged husk of reality heaving in it's wake... That's what it looks like inside of a closed cardboard box.
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Imagine the idiosyncratic waves of the frontier of nothingness expounding into the foreground of the everyday void, leaving the ravaged husk of reality heaving in it's wake... That's what it looks like inside of a closed cardboard box.
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