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| this black lotus churns out gemstones why black? what are the gemstones? |
Except the black ones mean the opposite of the white ones, I guess...
So is the gemstone what comes out of the rebirth process? Like our souls grow into the gemstones through the adversity of life, perhaps...
A thought rerun from 2-17-20.
Thought some more about our world under hostage. What it might be like living here if that had never happened. How perverted and inside out it is to put the words "beautifully tragic" together, yet that is humanity as we are. An art form. Not sure how I feel yet about being someone else's 'art'. If I'm coming to understand being and true reality correctly, my own words may become that distinctive conclusion on what was happening here being worth continuing to uphold as an art history. If, after all, we all create and are all part of each other as a whole being, then becoming a part of this art as separate brushstrokes adding to an overall picture for a Mind to step back and ponder... is justified? Justifiable? Is art worth this amount of pain and suffering? The art of living, as it were.
The timeless question. How far is too far? When is it time to stop the experimentation and call it done? That seems to be my job in all this, defining how ugly is ugly, and what is no longer art.
They know what I'm saying. And if they know that, then they know who I am.
Back to now. The one intriguing thing in all of Gotham is that Jim and Penguin fought the same shadow controls, sometimes together.
Something to think about as we watch the world burn in their hateful retaliations.
Some of you will understand this.
WWG1WGA
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