Spirits and identity

There's plenty of spirits, calling for your identity; some of which are decomposers.

Just remember that the paml will be broken by life, and never walks fast enough. Ethernity, I guess is brotherhood. But there's no wisdom outside the remembering of lust. Let the sun make what it does; and you'll shine of everything.

Memory of something you'll find out yourself

Honestly, I could feel the past, and recognize places never seens before. The temperature, humidity and intensity of light. The sound of the landscape, it was memory upon which I'm built. It called and called, and made me see. Running fast, through the ancestral legacy, I saw the herds of the fathers, remembered the shadows of the trees on their faces. And the smell of dust, and the grains of soil, and the thirst of blood, and the beauty of the bodies. You can feel it, you do can; there's an image deep in the mind, deep in the flesh, there's a memory of land, there's a memory of life. Not forgotten, not yet, still there. Still there, and there only, the search settles, and one instict after another come and ask for satisfaction. Images flash in your mind, awaken; you feel inside the bodies and the minds. You just remember and see, yes you do see, you do feel, you do remember. You're clashed between the landscape and your expanding memory.
There is a sense, for the emptiness of scope. Is that you forgot that you still remember.

A clash

You don't need a clash to realize that you're wrong, but you often need a clash in order to admit it. Since most of use realized, a clash is maybe what we need. As long as we allow hypocrisy, we're working for the clash to come. It's a challenge without scope, in which we all participate. As without scope it is, plane as a glass of water, as a mind without thoughts. Don't pretend it is fine if you know it is not.

Give us a threat

Homids' trend to sociality were increased by interspecific competition with large savanna predators.

I guess the principle still works pretty well.

Between August 2002 and April 2004, 35 humans were killed and eaten in Tanzania by a single lion; they called him "Ossama".

Give us a threat, we'll be together.

Us and them

We are what we are because they have been what they were and they are what they are because we've been as we've been; we'll be what we'll be because they are what they are and they'll be what they'll be because we are what we are. As simple as this. I am, because of lions.

Multidisciplinarity

The togetherness of many disciplines does not generate hybrids; to separate them, does amputate knowledge. A discipline alone, is a monster.

It does creep

Sizzla singing, disk of light on the ground, running to the cerimony, me and my sister, to the hills of lions, and stones, out of the traffic; it all make sense, enslaving master, your eyes are filling the sky and i fill them with compasion that'll never dry; understanding creeps in the darkness, of dreams, awake in the jungle spirits without face protecting their territories with screams, chaikosvki, down the steps, makes me forget; i found a seed of annihilation in my pockets, it grows lianas to the sky, umbarable cold.