I think that progress and methods grow together. Methods though are very difficult by comparison.

David Bowie is still an enigma.

What do I know for sure: It is not a perfrct world but the Time is so good.

To watch close.

Too much explaining and being intelectual!

People seem to need to be reminded that war equals massive deaths, billions of dollars in destruction, ect..

I don't know why!

The micoverse or spots on earth like the meditaranIan climates and deeper still to help the future of humanIty.

Chics it is!

Sometimes I feel tempted to do the common on the internet for those that can! No, no, no can do. The internet is better designed for a less verbally prolific style. True.

I am proud to be in the class called the people, not to be confused into being a consumer or a number statistic, I feel part of the story, a democracy, even a tragedy, still laughing when I feel like I'm worth a penny worth something even exploited or targeted for being different and being with nature knowing I can't be replaced or mechanized or weaponized or political rabbit holed, that hate wont' enslave me, its a person in a democracy as noble as a mountian, the land, the cities of imagination.🤔

Grace and progress move..

Time marches on with boot straps.

It is possible thatva man can burst into tears while reading bad romantic poetry or have everyone's nightmare on Amazon based on actual research and dream dictionaries.

Bill and Elsa?

War does more harm then anything.

Talking to the radio.

HatIng is not a legit hobby when you can grab a fishing pole and a book of math qustions.

Surprise for the hater, Jews don't do the afterlife question and Satan doesn't get much of a mention for Jews. Rip yourself.

Reality in dreams is almost prefered to this world for me.

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!