Do I stutter when I utter mother-father, sister, brother, friend or lover? Muttering in all of this fucking othering, this shit is discouraging, I came for the flourishing. But our society is undeniably punishing. So disconnected, when the definition of nature says that humans are separate from nature, when as far as I can feel everything is, our relations, yes, it's all related. And so we battle on another at the borders of our personal boxes. As though identification with identity is ideal and I don't mind if you disagree, but arguing about which box you take is nothing if it isn't sick. Our society is super skilled at beating one thing, and that is dis-ease, now we're normalizing sickness as a good thing. And heaven forbid you should ever question the narrative they're selling, because if you have an impact on the profits, I can guarantee they'll see you hanging. That's quite a dick swing. Patriarchy got to get its hits in. This shit's depressing. And did you know that most suicides are men? I mean if the ones who apparently have the power are killing themselves more than any other demographic, one has to wonder who the villain really is in this overly graphic novel. I'd never grovel, but I certainly beg for you to remember not to take as gospel any messaging which points you in an enemy's direction. You are the divine intention. You are the deepest lesson. You are the sickness and the medicine. You are the power and its apprehension. You are inventing everything with your every breath and thought and word, oh and did I mention there's nothing that you can't achieve with your action and imagination. You are it dear friend. Now let's get back to manifestation.