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Compassion, The path of all things. To care about nothing Would be to learn just the same. Curiosity, The drive of all things. To have it about nothing Would be to receive just the same. And thus, we have our twins! Two constants with reciprocal natures In continuous flux, each a prerequisite of the other. To coddle one too much Means the deprivation of the other. To neglect either Means the neglect of each other. That is, To neglect either is to reject both. To foster chaos is by either's rejection, In that both shall neglect each other. The incompassionate mind is not curious. The uncurious mind is not compassionate. As in, by our neural structures, The ways we decide to go Are like the paths which grow. For you leave more than only footprints Where no man has ever walked before. Yet, that you leave nothing, You constantly walk those roads. Yet, that it is immaterial, You still do so in the physical. Yet, that it is material, You still do so in the metaphysical. For it's inbetween being betwixt, For it's seperate & imperceptible. For it's singular, yet collective. For it's collective, yet individual. For it's infinitesimal, yet infinite. For it's eternal, yet finite in existence. That is, existence like ice Slowly melting into water. That it remains the same, But changes & fluctuates Relative to any environment. As like with the constraints of time, Actions outward of the body. Action of the outward body. In relation to it, Matter unchanged But translated via a different state. Celebrate. To live is for life, But we all die sometime! Yet, is this change? Transmutation by that of another order? Something perennial, yet still coming into being. Something endless, yet but only just beginning. Something futuristic, yet which is already happening.
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Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 12:20 AM UTC
Copper & Cadmium
Compassion, The path of all things. To care about nothing Would be to learn just the same. Curiosity, The drive of all things. To have it about nothing Would be to receive just the same. And thus, we have our twins! Two constants with reciprocal natures In continuous flux, each a prerequisite of the other. To coddle one too much Means the deprivation of the other. To neglect either Means the neglect of each other. That is, To neglect either is to reject both. To foster chaos is by either's rejection, In that both shall neglect each other. The incompassionate mind is not curious. The uncurious mind is not compassionate. As in, by our neural structures, The ways we decide to go Are like the paths which grow. For you leave more than only footprints Where no man has ever walked before. Yet, that you leave nothing, You constantly walk those roads. Yet, that it is immaterial, You still do so in the physical. Yet, that it is material, You still do so in the metaphysical. For it's inbetween being betwixt, For it's seperate & imperceptible. For it's singular, yet collective. For it's collective, yet individual. For it's infinitesimal, yet infinite. For it's eternal, yet finite in existence. That is, existence like ice Slowly melting into water. That it remains the same, But changes & fluctuates Relative to any environment. As like with the constraints of time, Actions outward of the body. Action of the outward body. In relation to it, Matter unchanged But translated via a different state. Celebrate. To live is for life, But we all die sometime! Yet, is this change? Transmutation by that of another order? Something perennial, yet still coming into being. Something endless, yet but only just beginning. Something futuristic, yet which is already happening.
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Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 12:20 AM UTC
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