284 Concentric

284_Concentric

Why can I not get over that girl?

My diaphragm is pushing between the heavens and a nightmare. There is no truth to pursue, extremities cause a subsidence. There is a given path by the Lord, along which are lessons. I have said “everything happens for a reason”, maybe not unless the lesson is learnt. And there are no alter egos or reactions. Sometimes we must pass thoughts as memories, and be true to our family, it is tough to learn, but there are tough times that will end, and tough people that go on moving. We will have a family of our own one day – or hope of, around the corner. We must still live by good memory and segregate the too high and the too low to a tough love, of loving reality, as the result. There are still many good memories of the people we are still in love with and those who will cross our path in the future; in platonic love.

To lose those extremes of surrealism in immediate conviviality allows for real patience and stands up your army of toy soldiers. Since, everything must be reinvented, everything invented already exists, (or will do), by man-made means. The trust of self-control means the shy ones can make demands, but it must be learnt without the fear of passive aggression. To become and to find respect is built by expectation without a rude nature. Often instincts blurt out truths that cannot be held down, in the heat of the moment. But it should be civil and concise. Like any creative activity through to business, is to be reasonable and prepared.

Running a new business can be difficult expecting criticism in ourselves to cause simple instructions of expectation cumbersome. And a stressful environment is not well planned or rehearsed for making. So, we need concentric thinking, which returns to the extremities of thought, as a solution. Politics, Religion, & Money over resources for war are the simplest self-gratitude to make comparisons to party against. Therefore we must begin with principles, and then adjoin, flexibility and adaptability in our own marks on the Land, not to take away from ancient practice, but to include it, because real making never really changes from pattern-to-pattern book.

I trade in language built and written, so, I stitch the walls and words together, from past knowledge and inventory thought of my own for improving the world. Music runs me, because it is such a plethora of woven material from the Universe.

Let Jesus be the Governor of the World, The Second Coming, The Son of God.

LOVE AB X

AMEN