EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

 A purge
All must be ubiquitous, empty, to be filled, with new light.

Russia Iron
China Gold
U.S.A. Clay

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

 The concrete thinking babe, would surely kill, with his very mind, when hungry, or worse, to mess himself, absent artifice.

 and yet...the sleeping baby, would be, in future scope, that very mind of God, a dream a creation, sustained.

 And yet, Cain, must have been quite young indeed, when speaking forth, stem from the very garden, are we not to combine also to this scribe the Lord of Fly's. How old were they, who sinned? Do we not repeat those same 7....or 9 years, despite if this act, a life altering deed, were done to us, absent our consent, to this alteration?

 We live within a machine, I'll tell you how it works~

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 Imagine, creating a world, which you nearly place your wish in will, to have never been...yet to see, daily, is quite real...indeed. The book, a treatise, of protection, but of what...Capitalism, often "mistaken", as mutualism, to the Babyboomer, spoiled Children now, set deep to wrinkle, within the annals of time. 

cap·i·tal·ism

ˈkapədlˌizəm/

noun

noun: capitalism

an economic and political system in which a country's trade and industry are controlled by private owners for profit, rather than by the state.

mu·tu·al·ism

ˈmyo͞oCHo͞oəˌlizəm/

noun

noun: mutualism

1. the doctrine that mutual dependence is necessary to social well-being.

   • Biology

     symbiosis that is beneficial to both organisms involved.

      

      

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

 If She trades me in, She grows rich, in Earthly wealth, yet absent the metals of worth. What do "they" keep back, from "me". Who am I, to be so fundamental? I have answered well, yet gain no solace. I replace the word God, with Principle, and it all makes good sense, within a given time/sphere. Further, I replace Principle in Man, instead of Messiah, and now feel the connection. 

 If I leave, I am a Man of sorrows, worthless. For, what am I, but that linear projection, SHE, is the one who spins. I claim Her as Queen, and so do they all...yet where is my Kingship, where is my [T]hrone?

 For years now, I've  spun, lost my works, lost precious time. Refined I have become, are deeds then anything, absent pure intent? Does Purity then have to be maintained, always? Or, is it the ability, the sustained and increased efficacy of such a margin, which determines "The Messiah"?

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 The Crows stay close by. A Mason hovers. I spin when I can, I smoke to forget. The drink dulls me. I pull light from the Nouns of Matter. I explain my case, my case is thus termed valid, and yet, I ache from reprise.

 

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOU

Brown and Blue, left (carbon, at a certain maturation of decay) and the right, expression~

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

 Ive done some of my best, within my noggin', these days. It's not that I can't come up with, or complete the Stellar Mass saga, simply put, life has become the story. I will, however, add to, and carry this torch...further still. I did read other famous, and notable authors/philosopher's, to late;

 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ludwig_Wittgenstein
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%B8ren_Kierkegaard

I find it instant, easy, to answer or rather, postulate a treatise, with these works, namely the Brown and Blue books, of Wittgenstein...he, making effort to name that bridge between Math, and Philosophy, he making effort to carry that ever growing thirst, to finally answer Frege's Grievance 

Life is the answer, or somewhere in between~