One day you will turn around and see something that scares you into submission. It will be your polar opposite. All of those bad thoughts that you don't admit, are alive inside of your polar opposite...and they don't hold anything back. The first thought that comes to your mind will not be acted upon...your polar opposite always goes with the first thought. Bad people will see the light, and good people will see what the bad people used to see.
Doomsday clocks lurching Our salvation diverges Shouting to the twilight sun We share but false elation.
Entire regions' designated Means of production No new doctrines allowed All hail consumption.
Ever directionless, at a loss Regressing into violence: Revolutionaries' proudest Of our failed revolutions.
Living out our dreams Of solitary bliss, Live alone in harmony Or die in the abyss.
What piece of work is man That chooses inhumanity A species in a chasm Led by mere savages.
"And in time there will come a generation that has got beyond facts, beyond impressions, a generation absolutely colourless, a generation seraphically free from taint of personality" ― E.M. Forster, The Machine Stops
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my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words from the renaissance for instance words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc... this poem is about the universe is a mark of a higher mark. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
Science holds keys, doors, Black holes and symmetry. Science is the gatekeeper When it comes to facts and logic. There is no place for science in the Universe of imagination, science Don’t own a paintbrush and could Never be a Picasso or Van Gogh No matter how many starry nights they glaze at.
I have created a new breed of spiders. They are so tiny that you can barely see them. They enter the human body and eat you cell by cell. I call them cell dwellers. I do not need any more test subjects to prove this...I just need to feed my little friends...
In my psychology class we looked at some recent studies on how the pandemic has changed people. Apparently there’s a new breed of post-pandemic man. This new strain is more grown up, well-rounded and getting more sleep. They’ve experienced intellectual growth in lock-down, they’ve taken up hobbies and gained in self confidence. It seems they’re looking less for *** and more for long-term stability and partnership in relationships.
I’m hoping they’ll be easy to identify - maybe they’ll wear those old punk DEVO hats or Billy Porter dresses to set themselves apart. I really want to see one of these new overlords. I hope they’re not skittish.
The hadron collider showed an unknown influence affecting subatomic particles.
“Is this proof of a higher power in the universe?” asked Marianne Williamson.
“Is this Will, is this magick?”
Yes Herr Nietzche, there will always be unknowns in human science as the scientists should have known all along, instead of substituting the most recent names of observations as the replacement of God.
No, there probably isn’t free will but we seem to be life in the unknown with more power than any other around.
This universe may just repeat on and on but what do you do with that knowledge? Can you even help to choose what you choose?
All these past influences and instinctual impulses lead the charge. But there's that spark. That mystery if we can ever really know and comprehend it all with limited senses, time, and minds.
Maybe you don’t have a choice in your life, but you can have the feeling you do. The feeling you can shape your world amid the destiny you feel in your heart.
Practice being a yeasayer to life because that just might be your fate. Amor fati each time around.
When it comes down to it At the elemental level Of this reality There’s me and there’s you The anti-me Perfectly symmetrical, but anti- Me Linked so closely Yet Ill-fated to be Upon collision Destined for annihilation Leaving only traces Of the energy that bound us From opposite sides of the charge Of the mystery
Yet this, here, you and I, we Matter Separated by the fundamental differences In our nature Still, both, tethered To the laws of physicality The laws of motion that are woven Into the fabric Of this galaxy This universe That sees us That sees you Unversed in the ways of being part of someone’s world A rare but precious sight And me, Beyond any particular probability Afraid of what could be Of the decimation that would ensue Upon our union, Opting out of the us, the me and you, Instead to be The anti You