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Nov 2014
Stars... Big gaseous bodies of light seen by all. Filled with unlimited amounts of energy displayed as light. But all are not seen by everybody. Energy which fuels our cities,  light which energy fodders, the light that illuminates our homes, and also disburses these beautiful bodies of light we call stars. We, as human beings, are actually one in the same. This materialistic plan is a watered down version of what we truly are. In each one of us is a similarity that resembles a star. If we could see the other plans of existence we would be in the likeness of gaseous beings of light, just like stars. Our brains are not yet developed or matured enough to understand, comprehend, or interpret what exactly we truly are. We are capable of great things, we are powerful, we are bright. En-yet we choose, more times then not , to be the entities of that which are hidden from the masses. We choose to be entities that are drowned out by the city lights. The ones that shine the brightest are the boldest, praised, revered, feared, and hated. No matter what your preference, every entity figures out how to display energy and exude light in their own way.... Eventually.
Just some rambling mixed with some prolonged thoughts.
Written by
Chris Byng
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