Moving through the ether there are times when the sapient Homo needs to rest one’s weary bones, the struggle within without becomes burdensome. Look for the dock space available where one can, telephone numbers given. Hollyhock, it’s time to think about what the sailor did before hand held electronic communications.
Lined up, read to go, providing mobile separation of the gaseous from the aqueous. Oh that those who claim to know better were so obvious in purpose.
These are the Most Sapient of a Billion Years. Shadows on a stroll, walk at the Park. Homo scales the heights.
A cold hazy summer day, howling and biting atop the hillock, a past and passed haven now fallen to disuse. Timbers scavenged for use elsewhere what remains is the tombstone remembering one explanation.
One thing is clear, whatever the reason Behind It All, that reason must be protected from anticipation itself creates. Looking up is the optimistic view of what is to come yet we also see that this same attitude isolates and protects. The future becomes a spear ready to impale the sapient who would dare attempt to scale the heights. Concern is warranted but we observe that there is much more pointfree space to put one’s feet.
As Homos walk about their globe the question is how much of what is perceived is conditioned and created by the sapient mind vs. subject to a tyranny of a cycle of perceptions and action.
The guardians look on but might be blinded by the light as they peer into the darkness of their charge. Meanwhile the band plays on. A theme that recurs on many levels, who are the sapient Homos in this arrangement?
