..."it's better to feel pain than nothing at all," the lumineers tell us in stubborn love...
...stubbornness keeps us from beign supple... it makes us fragile and brekable... like trees stolen fromthe forest and rerooted in astoria, queens, separate and distance from their siblings...
...the forest speaks... their tongues, brains, touch are below ground... only half what you see in the forest is above ground... only half of what you see of me is here... actually... it's only 1/100th... the rest you don't see... and i don't see you... when i am only seeing your picture...
...at some point we became walking photographs... snaps... selfies... kodaks that walk with shoes from the market... new and raw from the wounded bufallo it was skinned from without permission... if you want my skin to make sneakers that you'll toss in a few months because it's out of style... i may very likely protest... tell you no... set fire to my insides so my skin is beyond use...
...aligning with the cosmos... with no clue... have no clue how any of this works but it makes sense to explore... to apply a sanctity... for my abbu this happens through activism... through challenging the maya... through reading and extrapolating news to make it available for the rest of us... no one pays him to do this... in fact they exploit his intellectualism knowing he's not a man of money... has been scraping all his life... but somehow... through his amazing resourceful Loving pragmatic wife... has been able to share his Love for the world... through his Knowledge...
...and if you're in Love you are in tune... walk in Love... breathe it...
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