As the jigsaw pieces float around the lake of dreams new ripples cause the etched time frame to fluctuate thus it is not absolute. It is a cultural construct that mankind has put in place to make sense of the mirage we are nestled in and changes are just a flicker on the candle of thanksgiving that is guarded by the angels of illusion with a projector that never wears out due to a 6th dimensional origin. Thus the creature is tame till the cancer spreads like universal Armageddon, then the war starts and the host is no push over as its advanced intellect has consequences for us all. The cells die the light fades but this is just one outcome in numerous infinities of negotiated roads that one day will return to their starting destination for a second try at the blackboard of life and existence. Time never waits but it can be reset in the uniform play of instigated freedom and thus God is of flesh and bound by the same laws that govern biological execution, so praying will do us no good or will it? It will help us make decisions due to a hallucination of comfort in a neurological process of overwhelming peace and solitude. Hope lives in us all it just has to be mined like Gold in the ultimate rush and when we find it nothing can cause us to loose our footing on the ripples that rock our own personal lakes and jigsaw puzzles of life long stories and novels.

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