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Friday, July 15, 2016
Nice 20160714
The illusion of on-alert, code orange warnings, and the factory of mitigating guerrilla warfare through the appearance of order when individual purveyors of chaos can act like hollow tipped bullets shatter bone, organs, the skulls of toddlers crumpling under mechanized foot. Bastille Day independent freedoms released and pierced. The ever present potential energy of our species consuming order and manufacturing entropy creates mathematics. When one is repressed in the fundamentalist petri dishes of the globe bacterium raised in the chaos of a repressed spirit in anomalies erect Babylon's towers to the pain of such acts. A truck in Nice, Dylan Roof's gun, ISIS clashing sound with the Eagles of Death Metal, Alton Sterling's body flushed of blood, Al Assad's reign, Bush's lies to finish what his father did not, the chemical weapons of control purchased with money from the very same governments which would later ask for Hussein's neck on a rope. The underlying notion of what is order, chaos, empathy, and interconnection illuminate the very truths of where the true energies of existence germinate: consciousness. Until we see our interdependence in all beings and elucidate the psychic layers of our social structures we are lost and we will suffer for we will not be united in response limiting our consciousness to the arbitrary limitations of body, education, and complacent ignorance.
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