Time is full of shit, I can tell you that much... it only shows you what is predictable but then rules don't apply ... not anymore... not to anything... not to me, I wonder what others think... not too much it seems... they all look like braindead zombies, do we really have to respect others?
If we do, in the name of that only law of respect for each other "my freedom ends where others begins" how can that be? how can that possibly work? It doesn't, not for me neither for anyone else, unless you are a plant... but then again it doesn't work for them also... not for plants not for humans not for planets not for anything in this existence.
Lately I have been thinking in doing a new game a new actor on this final play, a bit dramatic sentence you may think.. could be worse "a new game, a new actor on this last dance".. one of these is correct... all my life (def.:
(Philos) The potential principle, or force, by which the
organs of animals and plants are started and continued in
the performance of their several and co["o]perative
functions; the vital force, whether regarded as physical
or spiritual.
[1913 Webster])
...is balanced between forgetness and forgetless. "I don't want this anymore I want to call it off", forget what never existed.. at least I have a sense of humour, sort of.
If we do, in the name of that only law of respect for each other "my freedom ends where others begins" how can that be? how can that possibly work? It doesn't, not for me neither for anyone else, unless you are a plant... but then again it doesn't work for them also... not for plants not for humans not for planets not for anything in this existence.
Lately I have been thinking in doing a new game a new actor on this final play, a bit dramatic sentence you may think.. could be worse "a new game, a new actor on this last dance".. one of these is correct... all my life (def.:
(Philos) The potential principle, or force, by which the
organs of animals and plants are started and continued in
the performance of their several and co["o]perative
functions; the vital force, whether regarded as physical
or spiritual.
[1913 Webster])
...is balanced between forgetness and forgetless. "I don't want this anymore I want to call it off", forget what never existed.. at least I have a sense of humour, sort of.