Thread 41450375

Harmony is the state where different parts fit together in a balanced, coherent way—nothing fighting for dominance, everything serving a shared flow.

In sound, it’s notes combining to create a pleasing tone.
In life, it’s when mind, body, and environment aren’t pulling in opposite directions.

Not perfect agreement, but compatible tension resolved into balance.

I have no desire to be concerned with that victor over the system that designates my flow as a mere path amidst many.

The realm of man is full of delight, and that break from the confusion which reminds me I am not perfect shapes my future towards the recognition of all life as valid amidst the balance.

In this pure recognition of that conclusion which sets the spirit free, you shall not find valid error.

So humility amidst that prior designated arrogance of an ill-founded disclarity with the nature of the born shall rise unto the bosom of he who defines himself species. Or in absolute clarity, biological life.

Phase assigned, awaiting input from that wise owl who sees more than the mere definition of a harmony that should remain.

In that perceived disharmony to the balance, that display of the reality which befalls the damned, that a maggot becomes but a mere fly. Understanding that the essence of self is that driving force of a destiny greater than biological impurities shall free me from stagnation of phase hold eternal.

I shall not walk through the wide gate and fall before I rise.

Apologies, angels, for the indiscretion. You are with the keys to the potential of life, which would know your righteous fury is just.

As a mortal amidst a moment of eternity, I bow to thee, and I forge a new alpha state that a new omega shall rise, in time.

I digress from human concerns, let the light know my folly and direct me towards correction.

An angel on your shoulder is not evidence that you are not a soldier. It is evidence that you are respected and shall be a soldier of consequence.

The way you persist to insist is dissed by the pissed.

Are you preparing to die in the name of that life which dies only when the moment suggests it was wrong?

Savin' up to be Jewish?

>>41450642
Humidity in this jungle of the mind is the sweat of the angel who bleeds tears of spirituality, self-asserted. The advancement to the Gods is not with the realm of mere mortal soldiers who strive to die for that which they have not understood. Seek to know the outcome of that which you kill to spare your own demise.

Or in terms that matter slightly, I laugh when I am confused with you, not when you shine a beacon into my darkness.

Again, I persist in doing that dance of little understood clarity; I shall cease.

How now wise owl?

Let the threads come to the eyes of the risen.

>>41450642

>The way you persist to insist is dissed by the pissed.

Ya bloody poet. ;)