whoever controls the currency, controls the crops, controls the people.
monopoly of resources would defeat all feeble pseudo streams of evaporated so called humanity. we’ve been extrapolating gleams of reality from the seams of the tapestries clear woven scenes. Avidly observing existing systems tessellate. fascinated by the escapades of life and the effortless way it glides, thrives and fades.
Rises to great heights then dies again. Climbs back to the top then slides away. An ancient battle between night and day.
The ephemeral constant of survival. A revolving spectral spiral of conscious existence, which once was a given, seems lost in the current rhythm of tides. seems something sniveling lies lurking. Hiding the fear inside by smirking whilst trying to tie your life to a purpose beside what resides in your personal fibers.
Resistance is futile and counterproductive; opposite forces create friction and wear. Our existence’s still nubile and founded on instinct. survival of the fittest fighting for fear of their lives. The animal kingdoms relies on the mercy of natures forces. Natures mercy lies in the hand of humanities force; of course, the question remains, but; does mercy or has the resource been exhausted?