Children know

 They see

 Adults acting 

 Less than children

 It makes them play

 Away away.

 For children see it much more clearly

 As they roller-skate near freeways

 That is telling us something

 Perhaps?
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The way it went

 Was not what I expected

 Just how interesting yet again

 Almost liberating

 Is how it went

 Just as if according to 

 God's plan

 So 

 It is good.
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In the winter there was some kind a windy thing

 Jumped into spring

 Jumped like a frog from a log

 Like everything was on this windy thing

 And it jumped just like a stone across the water

 Just in time

 We moved into a fish bowl

 And drank the air of it's freshness.
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This tale spun super

 It is that time

 Time for up

 For life uncompromising

 Not easy

 Just relax and take in the sea

 Love has been waiting

 Nor waiting long.

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Stage one

 The floor moves 

 It moves with you

 With the bears 

 Giant golden bears

 They are making the stage

 They are like dancing bears

 Part of stage one

 These days I just focus on living 

 And loving

 The bears agree.
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As the steam pours into the jungle

 Great things are happening to the cats on the ground

 Some very tiny 

 Very cute 

 Extremely cute

 Like bunnies

 And the steam was racing wild

 And the kitties jumped onwards

 Led by their tiny noses.

 Parrots spoke Italian Dante's Paridisio

 It was then growing with glowing 

 Fast moving 

 Hyper curious

 Wonder bunnies.
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If you love someone you are committed to their happiness plus


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Innocence 

 Is the beauty 

 Is the life

 Please

 Please.
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When did it happen

 You have to go back along time

 To ancient times

 It began

 When man began 

 To take advantage of others

 To deceive them

 To control them

 To exploit them

 No date or place is needed

 This is when shit happened

As a normal part of life

But now it is like people

Just accept it

And deny that it

Happens

Because you can't escape it

For it is a world wide problem.
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Soldiers who sleep in their armor

 Who hug their shields

 Are surrounded by fear

 And a negative field

 Crossing into enemy territory

 They suddenly become cold

 Their eyes become icy

 It is not pretty

 As they gather

 Even the animals are running.
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Here is a chance

 Reach for secret invisible

 No day goes away like a cloud

 We only harm ourselves 

 By not dreaming boldly

 And putting some of our blood

 On the journey.
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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.