as a spaceship hovers nearby.
fact or fiction?
the fact of fiction.
the fiction of fact.
and in the later days there was great trouble among the people of the world.
all against one and one against all.
then suddenly peace broke out in waves of love and understanding.
rebuilding the earth.
tearing down the world.
in the aftermath of transforming mass consciousness each transcending ourselves.
or something like that.
as the sunlight comes through the window he is gazing out of smoking a cigarette.
he dreams this.
what do others dream?
he dreams of winning the lottery.
that’d be cool.
those of us dreaming of winning the war that can never be won.
is history not enough that we should not know this?
our history of war.
our common human history of war.
but that is not all history is.
a history that has been silenced by the victors who write history.
each having their day in the sun.
a history we were not told.
a history we are heirs to.
we are them.
we focus our energies in whatever ways and means we might have access to through whatever media available.
the game is on.
magick is in play.
none of us is anyone.
we are each independent to whatever we will yet interlinked through various forms of networks interconnecting somehow.
let them spy on that.
exponential critical mass thing.
whatever.
it contradicts definitions.
let rationalogic fuss over that what to call it and categorize it as being.
gazorbnik.
it flows as it goes not being any particular something or another this or that or the other thing but for a moment.
it is living.
it comes and goes.
streams of consciousness flowing into a river into the sea.
and all that jazz.
gazorbnik 
when the storm raging on an otherwise calm sea subsides.
we find our bearings.
we find ourselves.
and whatever.
not a revolt or revolution but transformation from within each and all everyone.
the wheat from the chaff sorta thing.
the threshing floor.
the darkness before the dawn and all that.
trials and tribulations.
or perhaps not.
perhaps nothing.
he expects nothing.
he has given up his long ago hopes.
let others carry them on if they will.
he is exhausted.
he lights a cigarette.
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everything comes and goes in various cycles of varying length and duration and then some.
the changing of tides is gradual.
it may seem like forever before any change is noticed which doesn’t mean it’s not happening.
action/reaction yin yang whirly twirly thing-a-ma-bob.
all in our heads.
what world do we wish to perceive?
many separated isolated individuals influencing the collective mind’s imagination.
groupthink on this, baby.
may it serve you well.
we are them.
and we may be surprised who we are and what we are up to.
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going with the continuing flow of it.
no beginning.
no end.
the universe is on our side if we imagine it being so if we follow its ways.
the world and their almighty gods we endure be damned.
everything cannot be known.
an infinite mind exploding forever into unbound possibilities.
it’s all over the place all of the time.
we have time for that later when we get certain matters settled among us that we might think clearly – if ever.
when we all gazorbnik.
to realize there is no meaning.
to then invent.
we follow many paths to it.
common understanding.
let the wise guys have their glory.
let us have our peace, love and understanding.
we’ll have a big parade for them and shower them with flowers.
hooray.
whatever.
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