Exactly.
We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Did they really, please tell!
Then my bannana went bad and wilted
Drama is good seems understood
But nobody better mess with my bannana!
Say something Smarco:
If my thoughts on blackholes were there I still don't know why?
I don't know why this created any doubts about the reality around me, but it did.
I suppose it is very confounding to see an image of a moving black hole.
I definitely find it thought provoking. Something so strange, yet there it is. Can it exist, and I can see that it does. So then can that mean the same about the matter or material I see all the time? I have been into optical illusions and stuff like how the eye works so that made some sense. In different mental states and different environmental conditions visual variations are astonishing. I did my best to make sense of that right after seeing a super nova from my back porch. I can say also after watching many Hubble and science films that we are not in a dull place or ordinary one, and for that I am eternally grateful.
QUESTION?
How addictive is the internet?
Combined with the question:
Does technology especially the internet have a high rate of negative or potential negatives that is serious?
How can you measure this?
Areas of interest alive in 2015
Lying and manipulation, especially from the news.
My: "Better World Project" which is generalized for now.
Arts Education
Objectivity and ethics in thinking
Cooperation and being friendly
Alternatives to street protest
Mental Illness facts is urgent!
Access to reliable facts is urgent!
Learning greater love of humanity is urgent!
Now lets see what I am able to do.
What kind of new year.
With much to explore
The bells ringing
Yet nobody hears a thing
These are past Christmas Bells
To remember times of laughter
Our lives not lost in chatter chatter
A better world now
Spin the wheel
The fire wheels
Joy for the world
Rejoice.
The sense
Of a great a city
Breaks in my mind
As wishful thinking
People caught in a web
A death march of today
Playing graveyard songs
Play
Play
Play me a love song
The idea of a heart
In a nice place
Impossible thoughts for raising dead
For forgoten places
Flooded
It seems the dream is gone
The band plays along
Rachmaninoff for nothing
Dust falls on high tower
You hear the bells
Attached to breasts nipples
Holy holy
A possibility
So Smarco what do you think fiction is about..
I know I will be doing a lot more writing, so writing should feel a bit endless. Even now I doubt anyone could read everything I have written. I bet you would eventually give up. I am not sure you could deal with how many facets my work has and the ambiguity and word play. Nah, too odd and uncommon at thousands of pages. Trust me your head might feel like it went through a blender.
What does it mean if I say the earth is composed of earth,
And that on earth are humans that have a strange liking for extremely cute puppies and mint chip ice cream.
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I am in need of more opinions Perhaps there is a place where I can find some The kind that sound true The kind that make me feel good...