God aweful wonderful world!

If one takes notice of the link provided, it is seen that there is primeval evidence of the polarities be they sexual energies or merely dualities represented by opposite experiential components of our selves/bodies in flux of time ( as we perceive change) in an interreciprocitous dance of energical gyration and subtle to grandiose mesh to flesh to air and hair and glare of the sun in fun and failure, tears up to rapture, with our blood and hormone signaling and wiggling cellular ion prion in lockstep, complex yet precise, or in disease agrieved sapped and fed upon by the molecular weltunshung of virus or schiztosomiasis, snail borne agony in rythmic ecological tapestry....... All that can be said is they are many; they are impinging upon each other; and somehow through a wondrously misunderstood hierachy of thermodynamic and quantum phase of interplay in temperature and pressure built of gravitation and energy crystalized of furnaces beyond our imagination we titter and grovel, snarl and worry, wish and hurry, cry and bury, never quietly and softly into that good night.

Today we think we know. We are still but greedy sloths in suit and tie, diamond and bonnet. licking our fingers and asses groping and slurping. Fart and Smell. Fed of the tit. loving and yearning and wondering and burning for ...... oh tell us our lot!! do we plan for nought? We build a palace upon the sand and the floods come down. If on rock,...Quake and slide...In the plain blown to splinters by unfathomable winds....The child molester wins the lottery. The preacher of our holy word is plagued of cancer only to find his only son dead from a bad reaction to crack in a fraternity party.

The sun still riseth; we rejoice. oh beautiful day, splendid rays of golden sunshine. I am now 101 years and my life is full and god will not call me away. Radiant youth, now withered hand. My Husband cannot touch it for he is in the ground. For catarracs I see not my great grandchildren's smile; for deadness of hearing not their cheerful laughter. Food has no flavor. Only the warmth of the bright sunshine on my naked wrinkled face and flacid arms .... but for that glow I only vaguely see and heat that takes away the chill I still live and love till I am disassembled and range, as particles in the wind to be in the water you drink, the air you breath, the eye of a fluffy kitten or an amoeba floating in some farmers pond in China. Or I might escape the atmosphere to find my atoms again in the blacksmiths burning banging quenching crushing Star stuff. To be you. I am you. and so are you.

peace be with us. All other ideas of passion rend the sky and earth with war. YOU against me; I against you....... for what cause?

America will no longer linger in its imperial greatness. Greed and separation of self from other and the fervor for mine and me and a pox upon all but MEEEE!!!! Until we learn that a power greater than the technology we thump our skulls to produce more more more things that do this and things that do that, " this puts on my sweater, this puts on my hat, and if I have the most of these I will be most happy and fat." 3 wives and children some I do not know,... although we pretend it's real on holidays. We smile and eat and hope for it to snow. NOT I for I must catch a flight more money I must get. Now I am old in bed, ... my PJs they don't fit. In a home of rest, young girls rush me by me and fret stab my lips with cream of corn.... she needs her cigarrette. Those children I had know not by name,.. but my big house they do claim. And many dollars I can not think how to count they spend in bars and limosines buy more this thing that does this and that. It puts on their hat. now it changes SEX. What a world they do have... What will they think of next???