In the eyes when they perceive,
the unity;
Is it? Or, it’s no more than fear,
seen in one’s zeal.
A fear, not about losing love at all, of all,
Rather, what built for or in existence,
all along & achieved.
In the eyes when they perceive,
the unity;
Is it? Or, it’s no more than fear,
seen in one’s zeal.
A fear, not about losing love at all, of all,
Rather, what built for or in existence,
all along & achieved.
How many dreams on exiguous sphere?
Shacked where all universe’s filth;
Archetypes own no illumined nest,
Rest dwell in moonlight instead.
How many dreams on forgotten sphere?
What were the writers or minds behind Squid Game, Apocalypto, Death Race, Hunger Games etc. must be thinking whilst drafting such story lines. As all writings share similar notes with different amplitudes. And what’s that? That within Capitalism or Communism==Socialism, some trying to achieve an egalitarian equal society via playing certain gladiator style Games. Swaying somehow on the concept of -> unequal distribution of wealth in former vs equal distribution of poverty in latter. One important thing to note is that in both cases, there’re some vs. the rest. The masters & The servers.
To apprehend a following,
Anatomize its original norm;
But first peel off the present superficial, maybe a generation or two,
Layer(s), that’s dusty acquired & malformed.
Philosophy & Science,
Two subjects, that shalt Not,
Be made to Fall in hands of,
Modern left or liberals,
Or in merchants Thoughts.
One cannot muddle with STEM for the reason that it’s result oriented based. So no matter how much I try to alter any theory as per my requirement or belief, IF, the result of it’s not in accordance with current acceptable definitions of STEM, it would be rejected in entirety or at least partially. Of course, I’m not equating the result or definitions in verbatim. There may be Science in something but never the process or tech involved. Or maybe later from which the process or tech itself is derived; again, all of which are part of STEM.
The other night was slurping an emancipated
thought,
What if revered rationales atheists
one day tell me?
Not to spend life being an original
what I’m,
And choose to be on computed side of the history.
Knowledge of anatomy physiology instincts,
If all expressed per se what one pursues;
Then articulate binary in quantum too,
Wherein sexuality disappears with skadoosh.
A suspended floating bridge sans railings,
Beneath, exotic thick skinned, humongous jaws;
In hands bucket for their to bon appetit,
And if fallen amidst, alas, victual for crocs.