Col Rizada

Their service to the ancients was with labors in the sun, and by this they were weaker getting done, but sleep as any other sleeps until the rising light. On the soil their muscles burned and work relied on memories and nerves, where structures of feat are built on stronger thoughts and stronger words, but toil the wary for the world. Dreams beyond compare as they finishing planting works of glare, and even tired of waiting and contemplating during distancing repast, just as seasons are cast, making limits of repair. Breaking waters of the mountain running bones of earthly fountains, pulling limbs across the family trees, with their teeth and bones both grinding while their joints request to rest. The tides of blood brutality ache echoes immortality, and continue thru modality in wages of the smoke, it was burden by necessity that task woke. Mounting distress and impacts depressed between storms of mind and collective, they could fight against oppression or miss the seeds of dreams instead, in the strange revenge of boredom had the jesters come and read. As imagined lighter sunlight like so many telling outright do the higher wide and far do the middle miss the stars while the signs are drawn on darkness, we imagine from this hardness there's a wanted need for tools of conflict, and forgetting we planted them.

Status, body, system, cost, adversity, mentality, emotion.

Understanding Your Singularity

We see the stars at night and the sun at dawn, once wondering why the night ends and the day begins and knowing we can learn more, humanity finds new questions to share and new answers, which we use to ask ourselves the meaning of the universe. What emotional struggles we cannot in duration so quickly know, we let the troubling red sun set and rest until anew.

It may be the most important thing to know if we are the light long overdue of the magnificent night sky, the dawn without rest or dusk without test, but it is important to be aware that the fires of uncountable stars cannot compare to the life of dawn or the mercy of dusk. The light against the surface shines and we share that surface as humanity, the light is the end of energy that cannot exist without a source.

The entity explodes in all directions, times, and modes, we are the singularities in relays of intervals of evolution, to shine against something other than ourselves, as continuous light in transparency.

[crosspost]