SMiLes.. my friend.. gigoid.. never now a need to apologize for not having time to respond to all my torrent of words in flow and cou rage.. as well.. For me it is the inspiration that counts.. and friends of course.. i never expect anyone to float in the boat i do now.. as my river’s path is different of course than most.. or haha.. all perhaps.. SMiLes again.. as of course aLL our journeys and paths are ‘IEP Individual Education Plans’ provided by both the God of Nature iN iNnate iNstinct and iNtuition.. and OMGx2.. a culture.. school.. and work.. spoon-fed to us from almost now when oUr eYes meet liGht in delivery room of birth in culture.. now.. recently i used the old Cherokee Indian Chief’s Wisdom of feeding the two wolfs of human Fear and Hate.. opposed to Love and Hope.. but surely even though Love is All i Need.. challenge of Cou rage pArt of Love iS a necessary pArt of Life for balance.. and the tale of three cats who live(d) in my home.. Arthur.. the first.. 20 years-old at death.. inside outside neighborhood Noble Alpha cat.. never getting injured in a fiGht.. with no being he ever bowed down to in life other than free as he.. wITh wiLd cAll of THE God of Nature wheRe he found his own answers in life.. of course with the partial assistance of human made culture.. now.. for a guaranteed and subsidized meal.. when the hunting was low.. but the fact is he kept the challenge of life for survival and moved steadily from fast to slow.. to his last day of life.. when too weak to meet the challenge wandering into the woods.. to go back to the dust of Nature and yes.. as Karma goes to feed the birds in his last hurrah.. doing life his way.. Yellow Boy.. all feral.. on his last leg of difficulty iN finding a meal.. down to single digit LBS.. when he came out of the woods and cried under our shed.. gaining predictable subsistence.. and a new found respect for human beings.. his friends from the brick caves who altruistically provided a bowl of life sustaining tender vittles and Love of Course.. as the wiLd boy who only knew the fight of life and comfort in his own arms and paws.. gained the comfort of human warmth to the belly of my wife.. and lap.. that became the mother’s milk of life once again.. born to the paws of Love before the hunt and play of life takes over.. Yellow Boy will never lose the call of the Wild and even after ‘the operation’ as muscular and power flows from before.. THE EPIGENETIC POTENTIAL OF CAT WILD STAYS IN PLACE.. same as human when more fully challenged in the cou RAGE of life.. And Moby the human among the cats.. adopted by us from down the street neighbors at three years old.. baby allergic.. cat goes.. to us.. spoon-fed from birth.. with only Love as the requirement of his ages.. job done well on Love.. but job on couRAGe not pArt of his Human culture functionally disabling instruction of life.. can i blame him now for his diabetes.. for his crippling weakness and arthritis in flesh and bones of walk.. at age 10.. nah.. the enemy is also Love in his case.. and this same sitting comfort in human’s case.. Love is like oxygen to quote ‘that band’ you get too much.. you get too high.. not enough and ya gonna die.. in life at least.. but without the cou Rage of Life.. suffeRinG iS and Misery iS the eventual pitfall and stumble to a shorter life in weakness and pain.. As always a balance.. iS the answer to life.. Finding the balance iS a challenge of a lifetime for most folks now.. but i for one PROVE IT’S POSSIBLE.. and what works for me may not work at all in terms of dance and all arts for others… that’s the complicated pARt.. theRe are no same answers to the questions of life.. The search for balance.. iS a me Art of NOW.. but sure.. we at least share our stories now of what works.. and perhaps helpful hints wiLL spark the life of others iN Balance as well.. Anyway.. our challenge today.. my wife and i.. was finding a lid to a plastic container at Target that was low enough where Moby can climb over the edge for a litter box.. with continued diminished use of his legs a complication of both Diabetes and Cat Arthritis.. and medicine is no longer meeting the challenge alone.. now Humans have a choice to move early to avoid this premature fate in Wheel Chair carts at Super-Walmart.. but sadly culture says sit still boys and girls and do not F in Fidget in your seats.. at work.. at school.. at home.. and now stuck to screens as a self-fulfilling prophecy.. that even i fall to.. too often now.. that i must balance even with 166.66 miles of dance walking a month.. as sitting still is scientifically proven now.. as bad as smoking cigarettes for degenerative human health.. So i came down from the Mountain and not only said let’s dance in Church i actually F iN show Ed ’em how to do iT.. i make a bigger impact on healing in the real world.. as reading me.. now.. can encourage folks to sit more and more and more.. but i must at least leave a record of what i lEarn(ed) as yes.. it is possible to both move.. and use a smARt phone but OMG not in A car! oN FOOT iN AN OPEN FIELD OF LIfE.. OFF OF SIDEWALKS OF HUMAN MADE HELL.. i can show ’em A way.. but i cannot make them drink from A Chalice iNArtFuLFlowNoW oF Human Dance.. Holding Hands with the God of Nature and All others once again.. as a tribe oF FREE DANCE.. And a Springboard from that comment to here..
SMiLes my FriEnd.. yes.. in the end now and the beginning now.. iT aLL comes down now to the Politics of SEX.. Oh.. the balance.. oh the culture.. oh the FiN Insanity of an originAlly scores of thousands of years.. foRager then human being.. wHere Sharing was the law and selfishly collecting was forbidden.. and The Semen of Life was sacred and sharing sex was the way to human peace no less than Bonobos do today.. and nah.. not just my roving opinion.. A Science studied phenomenon in a ground breaking book study named ‘Sex AT Dawn’ free reading for me at the B and A Bookstore now yesterday.. only confirming what i for one know and feel as truth and liGht now.. both from studying the Nature of Humans and Bonobos in the wiLd.. now our closest primate cousins.. and only one who shares the missionary position of sex.. oral sex.. and yes.. French Bonobo tongue kissing as well.. and same sex female genital rubbing and males swording their public parts.. and while some folks may be saying disgusting.. bull shit.. the only reason animals lick the parts of others like these bonobos.. is to feel the other animals pleasure through mirror neurons.. oxytocin receptors.. and in general the emotional contagion of human empathy/ sympathy all imPaSsIONed.. for the hunting.. gatheRinG and shaRinG of Life.. reducing all agression.. violence.. warring.. while the ignorant psychopathic leaning folks in Iran.. cover up adulteresses to their head for maximum suffering and misery for torture in stoning to death.. these really smart humans didn’t just have single or only double parent families.. they had up to double digit and more fathers where the Semen and educational nourishment of more than one father in the ways of the forage of life.. was seen as a positive way of sharing the Holy Semen as a sacred sacrament of Life.. instead of nasty disgusting.. humans now.. who use it as a violent tool of defacement of women.. to share the dark.. of owning women and collecting them as no more than cars with moving parts to keep in garages.. or all covered up in clothes.. with owner ship papers.. But of course the real insanity is huge populations of humans in desolate areas of the earth with few natural resources and harsh weather conditions.. not really safe for human survival.. where tools.. become the functional disability of life.. making humans softer.. softer.. weaker until a Life of Moby becomes tHeir fate.. and to add greater misery and suffering to the torture.. they are spoon fed shovels of mental stress.. in sitting still positions.. enduring the tension and somatic pains of degenerative stress.. until a slow burn of early death is the final fate of Life.. Anyway.. as i said before.. there are no easy answers.. and again as stated over and over iN ‘this’ blog.. social acceptance iS a vital instinct for human survival in tribal ways.. and whatever insanity to accommodate a land of few resources and harsh environmental conditions.. is the spoon-fed rule of life in cultures.. or religions or whatever metal chalice that holds the rules of humans for enough insanity in order to at least survive long enough to reproduce folks into the same insane cycle of human life again.. if i was born in another country.. or not retired now from disability and challenge meeting that challenge and doing all of this now.. my boat could still be pain and suffering.. but i found a river out of the dead sea and am still traveling upstream in heaven now.. NOW.. but yeah.. still writing way too much.. and sitting still way too much.. and that is my problem too.. a self-fulfilling sacrifice as well.. in attempting to do everything i can to help other folks out of cultural and religious hells.. so sure a price for Love.. a price of cou Rage.. a price for free D O M and the ANSWER AS ALWAYS iS BALANCE.. SO.. now.. sand dance with clouds and Sun iN Nature for me.. to connect back out of faux life to real life in flesh and blood FredLand..:)
And yes PS.. then and now.. the Beatles ARE prophets of the God of Nature.. Make Love Not War.. Peace Baby and no need to imagine Heaven when it is NOW.. just now.. in a warm embrace all naked dancing around a moonlit campfire of niGht.. with other Human Beings with the SPark of God living from head to toe.. and yes.. like.. LIKE one should much more now.. for peace and bliss from tip of Penis to the Bottom Floor of Vagina.. truly.. ULtiMateLy.. The truth and liGht Feels Good.. God lives in US.. and PleaSure after Cou Rage iS God’s Way of Reward and Balance.. and that’s how we show God a Good time with ways of action and consequence also known as just doing Good Karma now.. Good Karma equals Pleasure after struggle.. to show God a bad time.. is the way to hell now.. there is NO ESCAPING THE GOD OF NATURE EVER NEVER NOW.. SinG a Joyful SonG of God in Blood Sweat and Tears in Smiles and Laughs or go to the other place away from liGht iN the dArk of eternal hell now.. just now in REAL LIFE NOW.. GOD IS REAL.. HEAVEN IS REAL AND HELL IS REAL NOW.. and people do have A GREAT DEAL! of relative free WiLL to get TO the liGht place with a little help as alWays.. now from FRIeNDS..:)
SMiLes.. my friend.. Challenge and Change iS both the dArk and spice of life.. as well as liGht and yes.. a little/lot of both for me.. currently too.. my friend Gigoid.. but trust lives Me.. Love.. as WeLLiT..:)
i had a science teacher aha.. her name sounded like Ms. RaNew.. but hmm.. sure.. spelled differently then.. i think now.. but she told us a story about taking the TV out in the Yard and Shooting the F iN thing as it was ROTTING HER WHOLE FAMILY’S BRAIN.. hmm.. i saw the family.. don’t think they moved their body that much.. but she did comment to a boy i knew named Roger that Roger means sit up straight or you will be bent forever little boy.. hmm.. yeah.. she was eccentric.. and that’s why i remember her.. as STRANGE GETS NOTICED.. FOR FUN OR SCAREY TOO.. SO anyway on the tale end of the Beatles Song up there.. with Ringo and Paul Singing CosmicAlly Conscious by inspiration of Indian Guru and all of that.. yes.. when we dance and sing.. in trance like mind away from problem solving.. the Truth and liGht of mind and body balance as part of our genetic shared memory with all of creation since the point of whatever is that still ends and begins with now.. iS a REAL DEAL OF RELATIVE FREE WILL TOO.. that science is stArting to shed some liGht on too.. but i ain’t got time for the slow.. clunky.. step one step this and that worm process of Science Art iS FULL SPEED AHEAD OF ME.. AND MAGIC IS REAL WHEN YA KNOW AND FEEL MORE ABOUT GOD THAN CHURCH AND SCIENCE ALONE.. at least what it has to offer for now.. overall.. although many helpful hints along the IEP.. way of course for now.. and the way now takes me to dVerse to respond to a few poems.. for Monday Haibun with Fredbun special micropoetic expressions from me as usual.. and then escape finAlly out into the GREAT OUTDOORS OF GOD’S COUNTRY… AS WALLS OF SCREENS AND CONCRETE.. CAN BE SO DAM CONFINING WITHIN THE REALM OF WAY LESS THAN RENEW POTENTIAL.. but back to the beginning of the story this scream of computer will F iN Rot my Body if i do not MOVE BABY MOVE AWAY FROM iT SOOn and frigGinG MORE IN THE FUTURE NOW..:)
SO LET THAT BE WRITTEN SO LET THAT BE DONE.. IN FACT I’M GOING OUTSIDE NOW COSMICALLY CONSCIOUS BEFORE I LOWER MY CONSCIOUSNESS DOWN TO COMING BACK HERE AGAIN.. AND ATTEMPT TO RAISE IT AGAIN.. iN approximation of these metaphors named human symbols of reality named words..:)
Side note stARts.. Yeah.. i went on to dVerse now.. couldn’t pass this concrete thought iN form oF FloWer.. side note ends..
Concrete form humans meadow violet floWers Dividing Nature and tools.. where fools tread iN concrete from Violet Nature deliGht..
Flower soft truth Concrete dead
side note again.. now outside away from dead for me..:)
Back at 2012016 2:18 pm..:)
A skip over to Facebook Friend.. Suzanne’s Link.. for now..
Superman/Batman.. Nowborn Superman Nature Free Streams FloWinG under Angst.. now.. Batman bridges born riches.. gaining best tools weapons maKinG Laws Orders concrete now.. oh.. so.. predictable.. safe.. Yes.. oRder now DArk.. Freedom LiGht.. Cape FreeDom.. mAsk Order.. BAtman dArk pArt.. employ tools.. B out.. Atman Truth liGht.. dArk Balance Order Truth too.. Batman Science.. Superman hEArts Freedom Now…
Atman Balance he ArTs.. Superman way..:)
now back to Sequential order..
Bridge.. concrete passage way over living stream.. paths infinite.. bridge one.. Stream flows.. Bridge sTiLL
Single file human Bridge now..:)
* Center stage work plays Love down.. under tunnels tear drop windows buses move on without Love..
Hope moving Buses Moving Love..:)
* Harried Lives.. sLow cook.. of stress iN hell.. Train Windows reflecting Faces.. inner Brain.. UniVerse uS deeper reflecting…
Train tracks now deeper ThInk..:)
* Streams now Bridge past concrete memories stay same.. now pasSinG.. now Streams.. pass now.. same stay memories concrete past bridge now Streams..
No Escape Now Screams..:)
Males.. sTill often preconceived predators.. when they are just in man mode.. So true.. how cultures since the Agriculture age have made this fiction reality change and balance back to egalitarianism where chosen froZen.. ones’ become allnoW free.. coMing stronGer..
theaTer naMed aLL Earth..:)
Exquisite RAnDom beaUty MeadoWed WiLd FloWers SinG SonG.. VioLet.. noW LiFe.. aLways chanGinG never set onconcrete wAll.. floWers… Now
TaPestry ALL NAture…:)
SonG oF JFK.. then.. lOnely Mother.. ’63.. two children.. Yes.. Valor glory way.. lOnely stone cut bridge life streams on.. SonG oF mY mother.. then too.. lonEly woman.. father worship by three year old boy.. one sister.. Doesn’t matter.. Mother won’t work.. Father.. No.. wants Money.. leaves early.. Son lEarns.. never care about money.. Father dies.. some money and little heARt then.. at 81.. Son Lives wITh Tons More.. reGains hEart.. lesSon lEarned…
Hi.. Daddy.. meeK InHeRiT aLL..;)
SPend heARt.. save MoNey..;)
lesSon multiPLies iNow HeARt/MOney..;)
NoW True StorY…;)
Thanks Daddy.. smALL iNheRiT aLL nOW HEaRT LESsON..:)
All Caught up to nine total.. slow day at dVerse.. workout comes.. food.. and my new show Lucifer after that.. and back to here.. yeah.. the other place.. then..;)
5:07 pm… oH BoY.. now.. SPrinG fever coming soon.. still dayliGht and creativity does grow wITh liGht of ME..:)
BB-8.. is a rather strange.. Droid.. as he or she or whatever BB-8 is.. seems to express complex emotions.. quite a change from the rather predictable R2D2.. of 1977.. fast forward.. some 38 years and Evolution Orange is upon us.. iN sacred balance.. of the middle chakra.. per food and sex.. and feeling a wide range of emotions.. but i must say i am a lot blue today too.. and enough of that hear.. more about it on my blog ‘later’.. sadly already enough…. Rewind.. somewhere around the Winter of 2006.. i never could have a cat inside as my allergies.. so severe to cats closed up my sinuses and throat to the point i could not breathe.. i suppose the first time i lost my ability to Love.. was when my Dog Charlie my only friend in middle school.. outside of family.. passing by the Tennis Court in school bus.. saw him on the side of the road.. beyond my ability to take one more hurt in heart.. as almost everyone told me i did not deserve to exist then.. except for him outside of family.. no more dogs for me.. it hurt too much.. and so wanted to love and be loved in return by a girl friend.. one comes at 18.. leaves.. at 19 on a dance floor while the EW and F song ‘After the Love is Gone’.. is playing.. and she says sorry i don’t love you anymore.. crushed again.. but the dog i Love is still alive.. and there is nothing still I can do to bring her back.. alive or not.. i suppose it is part of the Autism Thingy.. emotions so strong and nuanced and complicated that ya just have to find a way to shut them off.. not understanding that shutting them off.. is the worst thing a person can do.. and writing is such a blessing now to process grief.. when my Father died in 2014.. and a month later our 20 year old cat Arthur.. and i borrowed this song from friend Shawna.. a few weeks ago petting my cat Moby.. coming to the reality that we probably only had a few weeks left with him.. as he was progressively getting weaker and weaker from Diabetes.. to the point today.. after returning from working out.. where Wife Katrina tells me he no longer can control his bladder and can barely lift him self up off the floor.. still managing to Love and purr.. through all his weakness and pain.. with no complaints really to tale us of how bad he feels throughout his body.. anyway.. we would love to hold on to him longer.. but with animals modern medicine is kind.. there is not a requirement for severe suffering as animals can naturally go.. easy into the peace of night.. only knowing living.. never suffering too much.. and never truly knowing the reality of death either.. other than escape from misery and suffering.. so yes.. we said our goodbyes tonight.. and tomorrow will be the last goodbye.. too.. and i suppose this song will be our song.. and whenever i need to cry for the grief i will be able to play it to bring the tears again.. tears for Love is never having to say we are sorry.. and the first day i saw Moby looking at me through our neighbor’s window i said to myself.. what a furry grey Lovable Looking cat.. and later i saw him in a bright red Winter Sweater outside.. and said man i wish so much i could have a cat like him inside to love all the time if only my allergies would go away.. well when God took my emotions away.. God took my allergies away to cats as well.. so one day Moby arrived on our porch.. back in late 2008 around three years old then.. he with no front claws had been kicked out of home ’cause a new baby was allergic to him.. then.. he found refuge at our home.. and the neighbors allowed us to adopt him.. and he and Arthur became inside cats.. with Moby only inside.. just Loving me all he could and me finally being able to feel that Love some years later returning it.. when we had to put another beloved cat.. Sunny Boy down.. the son of Yellow Boy injured by another cat around the block.. finding out he had Kitty Aids at the Vet.. such a hard decision that was in April of 2013.. but finally a tear.. that made me feel stronger inside than five years to that point.. finally a tear that led to my recovery.. along with poetry writing.. and eventually dance.. to bring emotions all back and stronger than ever before.. Now Love is mine to give.. and i have enough to give to many more cats in my life and humans too.. come what may.. Yeah.. and anyone who says that God doesn’t exist.. has never met God like i have… as today when we were going to have our last full day with Moby.. those neighbors passed us twice in Target.. speaking to us.. in our last ditch effort to find a litter box as plastic lid from a storage container that Moby might be able to lift himself into.. we didn’t have the heart to tale them what was happening to their beloved cat from before.. perhaps we should have given them one more chance to see him.. but perhaps that was God just telling me God has God’s hand on my shoulder letting me know God is still here for me.. to hold my hand.. come what may still forever now.. NOW.. anyway i WiLL change my life for the even better iN memory of Moby.. like all other darkness has brought victory of liGht to me.. with 100% faith.. hope and belief iN God even in the dArkest hell when i could feel none of God then… Yes.. God does work in mysterious ways for those who truly wanna find ’em.. it’s a choice of relative free will WITH GOD BEYOND ALLIMAGINATION OF SCIENCE.. AS SCIENCE HAS ZERO IMAGINATION.. AND HUMANS ARE TRULY MAGIC FULLY EMPLOYED BY GOD.. NO MATTER WHAT ThEir MISSION iS iN THIs LIFE.. AND FOR ME IF i HAD TO i WOULD BE THE DEVIL FOR GOD.. THAT’S FAITH… AND YES.. PER THE NEW SHOW LUCIFER.. THE REAL METAPHOR FOR THE DEVIL.. iS ONE WHO EVENLY DISTRIBUTES KARMA.. NOW IN HELPING GOD SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT.. BUT IN MOST HUMANS THE REAL DEVIL IS FEAR.. oF LIVNG FREELY NOW..:)
Quick visit to Shawna’s place.. and then some sleep…
OMG.. you ARE sTill here.. a record and i’m sad.. have to take Moby to his last visit at the vet tomorrow so say a prayer.. my friend.. for cats in heaven..:)
Well.. most every visit to the vet is a trauma for Moby.. terrified he was to visit a vet.. and the feral animal in him.. came out in a defiant display of cat power.. with growls as deep as most small Lions.. but today.. he was calm for his last visit and Loving to the end.. and Love is the gift of some cats like Moby.. that gives from beginning to last breath of God’s gift of cat.. and sure i did my crying and so did Katrina.. and now i have something to do with my emotions instead of repressing them all bottled inside.. i can dance.. i can listen to the sad songs that remind me of Moby and cry tears for the beauty of his love i miss.. and then i can reflect better on cats of the past who i loved so much too.. and my dog Charlie.. and increase the size of my heArt even greater to hug my wife and other folks too.. and speaking of cats and Growing Grinch sized heARts into ten or more sizes bigger than before.. for my own reference and Love my first couple of posts associated with Sunny Boy as i was trying so hard to come out of emotional numbness iN liFe.. then a story about Oreo.. the 6LB cat that attacked Sunny Boy that led to his demise and my first tear in five years and the rebirth of my heARt SpiRit and SoUl so alive eventually in July of 2013.. where really even though so much suffering came from that fight including true death of a beloved cat.. the savior of a sOul can originate in the silver lining of dArk acts of Nature as well.. so sure.. the world is black and white.. and grey but the colors briGhtest of Life can arise from the dArkest bLack of Life where daRk is an ARk to liGht.. with additional posts coming in memorial of my father and cat Arthur that Summer of 2014.. and now ‘Paws of Love’ to close this post out now.. in Memorial of Beloved Moby.. a cat who also helped me hang in there for five years with the suicide disease.. type two Trigeminal Neuralgia.. and there are the celebrations of life that still exist.. ranging from my Sister’s Biopsy that came out okay yesterday.. to selling my father’s estate last week and finally having the opportunity to become more debt free.. in paper work ways.. and what a gift writing is to be able to memorialize all the emotions.. losses.. and gains of life.. but to be able to fully experience emotions ranging from dArk to liGht and expresSinG them period iS the elixir of life that keeps us moving free and powerful as God’s trUly liGht creatures as humans can be.. Where the Sun of uS are our rAys of Love that reach out as far as imagination and creativity will take them.. and also enhanced by the robots.. and scientists of life.. from Gates.. to Jobs to my iphone6s.. that is even powerful enough to open up my brain and hEart.. forever.. relatively.. in human terms of servers online and phones strong enough and patient enough to hEar me.. sMiLes.. i wouldn’t wanna be anything but human.. and a Kat too..:) And for memories (lInked) sake.. memories now from the past.. and a particularly human one.. named Autistic Love Letters.. that truly led to my awakening as a human being with several mystical posts coming after that.. where human archetypes ranging from numbers to soUl came to liGht after.. then.. and what has eventually led to ALL of this.. NOW..:)
And no.. i didn’t write 10K to 40K or even 50K posts then like my first free verse poetry Novel linked here weighing in at 41,133 words for main post with around 10K or so more words in comments section to make over 50K words in this one..
and that Mother had many giant children eventually hehe.. like Jack in the Bean Stalk BrinGinG them down from the clouds…
Anyway.. the point is.. (:..PERHAPS NOVEL.. IF i DON’T PUT THE BRAKES ON SOON..;) the human heARt iS a muscle of imagination.. creativity.. and most of ALL feeLinG.. when expresSinG that fEElinG as SpiRit in writinG.. dancinG and even martial arts And more ARTS! to SHAKE! IT ALL OFF! in a miNd and BoDy BalanCinG SoUl.. now.. AND FEEL iT MORE AND MORE AGAiN..! iN SpiRit oF EmoTion.. True..Love is the Muscle and LiGht both courage and kind that i wanna exercise more and more.. and yes.. sure.. share and yes.. i have craZy Love.. as Love iS as Love does… iN my case iT iS EXxtremeLy ZEALOUS LOVE.. AND i ain’t the first one TO LOVE LIKE THIS.. AS IT IS THE GREATEST iN AND OuT THING TO DO OF ALL.. but perhaps you have to go to the dARkest place of All to Love the Most.. so if i signed up for that pARt.. i guess i wasn’t reAlly crazy after all iS said and done to get here iN the Heaven oF Love iN Cou Rage and KiNd now!.. So yeah.. sure they talk about the Singularity iN terms of uploading intellect as machine and hUman online.. but no.. that is not a Singularity that is only half a brain and body less than human as robot being.. the real BB-8.. is as inFiniTy standing tall now 8.. wHere folks have been uploading tHeir greater intelligence of Arts in human emoTioNs eXpResSing that SpiRit of HeARt iN miNd and BoDy balanCinG from the first dance naked around campfires of moonlit nights wildly wiTh beats of drums.. and recorded in that first cave painting and more.. as a record of our soUl comes collective consciousness iN more than intellect and science iN ways of hEart and aRT Alive stiLL now iN media of uS that stays alive for others to share for generations and generations now.. as there is much to learn butt.. by God.. THERE IS MORE TO FEEL ALIVE.. AND SHARING THE REAL GIFT OF BEING HUMAN.. THE GREATEST GIFT OF LOVE iN COURAGE AND KIND.. YES.. MOBY iS A VERY INSPIRAtiOnAL CAT AND ALL WHO INSpiRE ME LIVE oN iN my Art of Human Being.. both flesh and media as iS NOW and then.. ALiVe.. iN eYes oF Me..:)
Rafiah.. provides a quote from the Kuran that says..
“2:152 – Surah Al-Baqarah
So.. remember me and i will remember you.. and be thankful to me.. and be not ungrateful to me…”
And i say..
But first i say all the rest of the above and more.. wInks..
And then i say..
HoldinG aLL iN liFe.. dArk and liGht iS to hold God iN oUr hAnds JuSt NOW Free and WiLd as wE SpiRits of God caNbeN0W..:)