Some 'others'
and so-and-sos
don't want to be found.
They don't want to be
solid.
They don't want to:
dematerialize or to rematerialize or to manifest.
They don't want to come into being or exist.
Some so-and-sos are vagrant and delinquent.
Truant vagaries of brush strokes
mushrooming in the tresses of dresses.
Indeed, some 'others' wish to remain anonymous.
They reckon it’s reasonable
to protect a human standard.
Their privacy a prison of unwatchfulness-
the walls closing in like they did for Hans Solo,
Chewbacca, and the princess...
like Indiana Jones or some platform pitfall romance.
The 'others' wish to remain alone.
How else would they be 'others'?
Anonymity is the preferred state of 'others'
and so-and-sos.
It is their church confessional.
Safe harbor to their ******.

The black hole is the other side of God's eye.


We cannot travel through and survive because of the limitations set.
Light can escape, as light has cone access that we do not have.
Until we are able to dematerialize and rematerialize while also keeping our consciousness, we will never be able to see what is on the other side.

There are creatures inconceivable to our reality on that side, almost like enlarged versions of bacteria and etc.

We are like cells, complex and working to keep this reality at work.
Our planet is like this.

The core, nucleus. You can go along those lines.


Anyways, we are able to leave this giant version of us, but only when it is accessible.

From the beginning
I would always be in serfdom to happiness
Plow and toil and only be given enough to survive

Sure, I have dreams and visions of freedom
Often I have walked to the edge of everything I know
With my nose pressed to the glass
The condensation from my respiration fogs my view

If only I could sublimate through my uncertainty
My hand would rematerialize in yours
The wrinkles of our palms coupling as if by design
Mounting the apex of Love's curve

That's the moment!
Where inches feel like years and you lose all inclination of your inclination
The only breath you will remember is your last
Before the crushing vacuum of gravity comes for you

It's sad that the simplest of adages are the ones that most commonly prove true

"What goes up must always come down"