Angirasa Acharya (aka Jim....) (angiasaa) wrote,
Angirasa Acharya (aka Jim....)
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Random, unconnected chatter..

There have been a noxious series of things that have been inundating our lives with prehistoric cordialities.

No matter what the thoughts might be that enter into our subconscious minds, there have always been times of inconsistency and objection.  Sadly, time is something that has had our minds in a whirl for the greater part of the century....  Perhaps, much longer still.

There are times of sorrow, and times of joy....  But however long one might have the chance to be the person that one happens to be, there is an unobjectionable parasite of a brain, that ceases to see things as apart from your own hopes, desires and needs.

However long one might have the interest to perceive the necessities of life, there is the inescapable fact that, as people, we are obligated by the generic drift of non-social training, to follow in the wake of serious introspection.

The times have changed, they have past us by in grotesquely distorted slow-mo and at paces that most of us might view as technically improbable, or in some cases, even impossible.

Take that as it comes or try to re organize it along a different vision....  There is nothing I believe, that requires or demands a greater application of mental resources in its demand on mental faculty and its application.

This is in parallel reference to the things that we are most interested in.  For the last few generations, we have been amassed (in a social reference) in neutral unanimity regarding some of the main reasons that have been plaguing us for the last few epochs that today, stand in irrelevance no matter how long people like us try to understand the pathetic incongruence that is needlessly involved in the senile re-duplication of coordinated effort.

However, there have been times in human history that make us feel the wonders of both a physical, as well as a mental reunion of sorts.  Mere thought is nothing to go by.

In love forever, there have been a number of choices and threats that we have faced in our lives.  However, the sort of choices in life that we have had to encounter, have had an inexorable effect when it comes to the survival of our species.

Talking of physical and chemical combinations, mingled with a respectable collocation when viewed from a secondary objective has its roots in normal human psychological perceptions.  What's this life for if we're rooting for separate ideologies?  What's this life for if we're rooting for combined ideologies?  What's this life for anyways?

We were born into this social system, but there’s nothing to say that that’s where we ought to stay for ever!  We’re here right now, but our choices today, for better or worse, will reshape the world of tomorrow.

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