Been Ranting Hella...

but it’s all dope ass shit, that I wish i had written here but had been possessed to post It via the medias.

With all this time, EVERYTHING starts a ripple in my being and i gta go all the way back down to the bare bones and resurrect the very first ”why”.

”why” did we construct words

”why” did we identify

”why” did we categorize

and what is the point of storytelling?  

Why did we begin passing on information, and what do we hope to do with It as we grow our collective intelligence?

what meaning does this knowledge give to a timebound human existence

what meaning does this knowledge give to our infinite one soul

history will have no value when the world can no longer sustain human life.

so how can our passing on of awakening grow our one infinite soul? 

... damn. Questions are awesome. 

enjoy my rants! 

Hard times create Strong Men,

Strong Men create good times

Good times create Weak Men

Weak Men create hard times