My habits and their effect are noticeable as an energetic response from the universe. A wildly disregarded cue from the sensitivity of a natural world nudging me to stop my activities for the reward of being better inside and the effect of that better being and what he or it could provide.
If I over or under qualify this I valuable understanding with "good" or "bad" I waste the value of understanding this entirely and get lost to polarity and become blind by large margins. I can't see black from white or blue from red at all if I stay grey and purple hearted without you all .
And I'm not blending the faiths
The mystery of saints is of more value than the mystery of the heathen mud.
But the gods and guides and spirits don't reward my disrespect and I don't get to dance with others around the fire or have cool tattoos.
I sit in the dark of thought avoidant and strong against what looks like long and slow bleeding caused by a I'm social engineers and control over the reward center and generational fear of the end of days...
So I guess forward and backward,
Afraid of the value of birth and death... We forget we need out of the sun just as much as we need to stand under the sun. Because what a fucking stranger builds alone and what the closest friend can't build without you matter more than anything you ever did on your own.
And blessed be that we made merry.
Smiling as we dance again someday.
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