Maneki --- without the neko

A fine line of spider's web, moving as the wind passes.
The light reflecting off the silken thread...
not strong enough to break it free from it's anchors.
And what is the wind?
the electrified current that moves through air molecules...
in waves... just like the ocean, just like the light...
All just the energy of atoms and electrons circulating and vibrating.

all a science for those with eyes to see

like cooking meat even.. and how the protein break down...
fast or slow, making the meat tender or tough.
heat rapidly altering the movement and behavior of molecules.

science in etymology is 'know' or 'knowing'
and there's something here for all to see.
that even belief or faith or trust... all breaks down into the knowing.
if you want it to be true, that is.
Science as the world speaks it is wrought with ideologies and farces...
based merely on a conglomerate popularity vote...
but the real science of the matter... of the energy... is based in actuality.
where there is no more breaking down of materials.
The root.
The sole. The soul.

and it's all molecules... atoms... electrons... protons... photons...
energetic amplitudes and frequencies of electricity... in all it's many forms.

and the wind... as it were, the simplified structure of a wave through the air.
and the spider's silk... the coherent bond between abiding atoms placed by the tiny
consciousness of a spider... with the means to get from the chair to the lawnmower.
All for the sake of said consciousness.

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I'm fully aware all those words have fallen by the wayside and scattered.
and I care not.
they aren't for you then if you do not heed to pick them up.

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The mind is so small....
and using it, is likened to using an atari.
Sure it works for simple tasks.
but it's only a tool... an archaic one at that.

why have we not already moved on from here?
why is the world so far behind?
there are better things.
greater things
more beneficial things.

yet this time and place... is littered with primitive aspects everywhere
why are you so far behind?
what are you waiting for?

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I have nothing for you.
and if I did...
I would only ask that you come for it.
In the meantime, I will hold it waiting and ready for your return.












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The horizon beckons.
Something comes this way.
....many say to hold tight....
but alas...
let go.
I dare you to let go.

it's coming.... the wave...
it's coming... get ready...

let
go