The space in which we exist has been shared by many, seen and unseen. Eyes makes believe and are considered the final proof of personal experiences. The more sublime and residual sensory understandings come with certain command of knowing their presence.
The birds eye or the thirds eye but if we talk about the view from above - it is like a jigsaw puzzle utterly messed up but if monitored closely the raw unruly pattern all camouflages and fits in . At one of these blocks down on colonized earth we make our adobe of existence and amputate ourselves from the larger organism of that we are an integral part.
The maddening acceleration of termed development is a parameter of mental disorder & by achieving the primary we have tried to justify the unwanted chaos that is being generated at a multifold pace.
The blame if traced down to an accuracy of sniper would be the act of forbidden fruit partaken : a fancy story created by some ink on tree pulp for pinning our guilt and inability on unknown, so as to come to terms with the flow of universe.
Evolution so meticulously designed by the supreme masterminds and given as a rare gift so to attain its full potential has been compromised for immature whims and fancies. Surprising uncovering is of the fact that what is considered as the epitome of success is nothing but a moment of recognition ( i consider our green herb as a better substitute for adrenaline rush) by an illogical group of human specie which themselves are in a state of constant flux and facing insecurities and bouts of restlessness authorized for crowning us and we waiting to be crowned by them.
There is no desert or ice or sea gulping the lands but the here and now that is worst than the calamities mentioned because they kill and leave barren lands - a clean slate - a reason a will to start again and undo the doing - japan being recent but what to do of minds shining as diamonds from the peri feri but completely devoid of sanity at the inner sanctum.
Wastelands are here to stay and grow by each passing second like Chernobyl a deserted evidence of our so called fool proof scientific intelligence. There are oasis in the desert, there are islands - mid sea, there are milestones marking highways but are there any breakpoints for the engulfing menace we create at each passing epoch.
Wastelands are invisible as human eyes have lost the vision to gather knowledge of their existence. They are all around us
Peeping through a Mojito glass with floating lime chunks, finely crushed ice along with blended alcohol acquaints me with a vision which is infertile yet charming. We are gifted but what we do of the same is unthinkable. We create an ongoing everlasting process to manipulated simplicity. Creating vital energy and loosing it in a sneeze.
We stand at this podium the pinnacle of materialism and if v can boomerang well enough our own mental frame that very pinnacle is the doorway to our inner understanding and introspection.
Wastelands are evidence that there was something fertile and fertility can be cultivated again.
Its upon us to consider that the Wastelands exists between time zones of fertility or inverse.
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Neuron
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