When internal elements mix with running sound, the resounding voice is of the cervical chord. Strung with a bow, it is the wisdom man has ever strived to achieve over cancer. The one disease that terrorizes the human regime.
Images disqualify the build up of this negative energy, that contemplates human society into dump yards of development. Chunks of surmounting gaseous elements that choke the atmosphere in it’s naturally breathing state, describing the fever of disease that the manav or human population faces.
Quantity in its sublime nature of subjectivity, is a reprovable of the enormity of sacrifice one must under go in order to positively reciprocate the casual nature of the disease, that is the deformation of genital information. To reprimand this insolubility, the degeneration of matter back into its un-manifested state that is clarity.
On one level we form this diagnosis, and on the other hand we degenerate it. Substanscially speaking the quality of the data recovered from the process is amounts to zero, that is figuratively infinite. This data is time maneuvered and is a variable constant. By which I Refer to the development of the human vocal chords as being manufactured as the workhorse of the brainstorming human mind, where work is derived from the quality of ones solitude.
Growth is sublime so is our rotating cervical disk, that traversing neurons magnified as dendrites qualitatively subjected as wizened electrical organs of resonating sound.
Splish ! slush! What we have here is a mystically developed heavenly sound. Laughter echoing amidst the bosom, and the refrained dog of enormous multitude. Where is the moon? I forgot she was here first. It is creativity I am referring to. It is logically illogical. The magic of the un-manifested, manifested through the development of the cervical/vocal centers. One of the special effects of our grounding knowledge in the journey into the un-manifested which, from then, reaches the center of our earthly reality. A magnetic journey into sunshine.
Man is no-man. Just like nothing is something. By which one deduces the eternal existence of our reality as the bliss of sunshine. The subject is manifested energy. If knowledge is our existence and time eternal where does our reality exist?
If three suns make a moon, how many moons would one sun make?.
Eternal wisdom emanating from a stone or grass is a measure of love. Love is the eternal substance of creative energy. The willingness to impart it, is growth.