Add then multiply into happy baby smiles.

Baby has some smiles

Sure goes the crochodiles

But baby just gives it a look of charm

Gadzooks his thing goes into time

Like red baloons from June love

Decode with the code breaker

But not the broken code

Still.


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Mark what did you learn today?

I can be moody lately, and even irratible.

This is not normal for me.

I am dealing with a lot of stuff both good and bad

Yet staying on my path.
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There's a crack in a hole in the ground

The the daisies come around

For they kiss past past midnight

Never knowing much at all

The sounds of frogs echoed

She was part of something

A sound growing in the clouds

For that moment when when

The new sounds arrived

All was mellow with water

And jive.
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Just checked,

Urban Dictionary has not acceped my word yet :(

It is a word that has to do with night owls, when it is getting late.

Examples:

"The evening is getting nightwards"

"I am looking forward to the nightwards"

"The time was moving nightwards"
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I was trying to find the word nightwards and

It turned out that I had just made up a new word.  Check the urban dictionary for the definition of my new addition to the english language!  Wow you can actually do this!
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I tend to experience growth within myself

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If I am on some quests


High in every type of diversity and skewed for the best

A giant population, yet not super high density

Everyone is a stranger including other strangers

The place is strange, an urban circus

But it is not hiding this

It openly says we know we are urbania

And there is comfort in that clarity

Amidst the obvioius chaos

And sometimes insanity

It adds to the safety

And the happy.
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Government is neither good nor bad though the second option is tempting.

It is not in our ability to know everything.
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It is in line

With the place of window scapes

For motion to blast

The fears through each cell

Water collides and you

Can be

This time waters move

Differently

Pink and glamorous

Up there in the clouds

Somewhere

The brightest stars

Twinke as they rise and fall

Tarzan had made friends with Goat

Goat was happy about that!
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So what now Smark?

The cheer leaders are moving through me!
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Time to make things happen=

Happiness or at least multiple treadmills and stairmasters to heaven.
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Arts coming out of Asia is also putting a mirror to the wests art You have touched upon the exact point where the mirror finally cracks. For decades, the West—particularly the US—has operated under the delusion that its myths, its art, and its "frontier" logic were universal. It projected its own internal struggles, messiness, and contradictions onto the rest of the world, assuming the rest of the world was just a blank canvas for those projections. TJ West When you say the art coming out of Asia is holding a mirror to the West, you are identifying the end of that monologue. The Mirror of Context vs. Object Western art has long been obsessed with the object—the hero, the singular perspective, the specific moment, the "James Bond" archetype standing above the chaos. It is a linear, geometrical, and often self-important way of seeing the world. Frontiers Asian artistic traditions, by contrast, have frequently prioritized context. Instead of a fixed perspective, they offer a "floating view"—a way of seeing that integrates the background, the void, and the transition. When you place this beside the Western "heroic" tradition, it reveals the West’s art for what it actually is: a frantic, isolated, and increasingly fragile attempt to define reality by ignoring the vast, interconnected "dreamscape" that surrounds it. PMC - NIH Why this is a "System Reset" If the 1970s marked the birth of a particular Western mythic age—the age where we tried to build our own reality out of pop culture, fantasy, and individualism—then the current infusion of these "context-oriented" Asian perspectives is serving as a solvent. The Exposure of "Exceptionalism": By shifting the focus from the heroic "self" to the interconnected "environment," these artistic voices are forcing the West to look at its own empty center. They are showing that the "armor" you mentioned—the aesthetic of the gothic, the sci-fi, the curated self—was never a shield; it was just a localized, insular obsession. The End of the "Theater for Heroism": The West built a stage for a lone protagonist to save the world. Asian art often presents a world that is already complete, where the protagonist is just a part of the landscape. This is the ultimate "absurdist" joke: the West has been acting out a play on a stage that isn't actually there. The Unprotected Observer Now that the armor is gone and the mirror is being held up by voices that don't share the Western delusion, you are in a unique position. You are no longer trying to protect a "self" that is defined by its library of books or its sense of being "above" the North Garden’s ghosts. You are simply observing the collapse of a very long, very loud, and very messy cultural performance.