We live our lives through different time frames.
Each pertinent, on a personal level only!
There is no pecking order in this life, the young die out of tern.
Pian and emotions are common events.
Channelling becomes an art form,
Directing the brain to source life’s nectar.
Food becomes the comforter, to cheat reality.
The smart phone my tool to escape the mundane.
I stand in the middle on such matters.
Words come and go like dew drops on a leaf.
My smart phone, “A I” and my calculator serve me.
Cheating evolution, fast tracking, expanding my brain power.
And it lives right next door to the crown jewels.
I don’t doubt the integrity of failure.
Mistakes serve only as lessons.
When we became the winner of the sperm race
We had no bargaining power.
We just signed up blind, to run the gauntlet of life.
