Follow One Consciousness Tweets - Greetings. Here we are on the edge of infinity, our destination into the realm of action and deed. What are we traying to prove? We chase, play, brood and breed. Off to countless fruitless endeavors shackling the pain of a thousand generations before us. For the sole purpose of assigning value to a valueless system. Nothing has any worth as it is handed to us as some wretched discard from the wrong suit. Money, Jobs nothing is of value because we do not assign any anymore. Not even in “work” do we create a product of value, just get it done and put a zero behind it, a zero. The value of nothing. Where is our value though? In our waste. The most effective wasters on the planet, the Americans. To qouth a Hippian “reduce, reuse, recycle.” Only shout. We may chill in this forum all day if you wish, hostage taker I am. Binding your thoughts. Seriously. I am talking of human sensation. I enjoy feeling the pangs of hunger, a superlative cup of coffee, the great outdoors and that chill, grey March air. Experience is where value is then it is a short jump to wisdom. The primal kicks in and I know I am living when my hands begin to feel as sculpted marble, then I draw off a cigarette and I can’t tell which is smoke and which is the vapor from my breath. I think of winter camping. I think of that first boat ride in the spring. Sailing as the gust and froth conjure chills, ice, wind into the face and hands. I feel the human creeping out; the fragile wants to recoil, the comfort wants to be sought, yet on I go gritting and daring, base as those primal needs and instincts. Y has it right, X has to fix what the boomers did, done kids. All in all I would rather freeze out and dig the civil unrest. There is the tranquility, serenity and advice from the Sage of Newport. Dig Fermi, Monroe.
