Unified Genetics

The popular idea of human exsistence bores me and is not only just another fable, but less true than that say of popular children novels or well known fantasy plots.  Why is it that the entire of mankind feels a sensation that affirms them to their own opinion, their own "way of thinking" for the real, how could you not know that there is only but one truth, and it is love, and there are but three loves, and they are the spirit of truth.  What purpose do you have now human? Indeed you are familiar with this title, are ye not?  But don't you recall, a certain area?
or a plane with purpose.
That ever escent delight in which one may not only find the silence but the light.

I would ask you, but I have a feeling.
Neither trust nor proof will educate your mind.

Slip away, past it all,
Your life,
This place,
Gain,
Loss. .

And then just remember home,
The fertile crescent of land surrounded by what light may bring.

And often,
We sew in the ground; places
To rise and become people.

And often,
We watch these people,
Plant their places in the earth.

It is tilled by others,
Those without oars and steal bars.
Those who sense the free when they put down the plow.

It's by that selfsame error,
Or righteous ignorance,
That you as the reader losses their ability to become their own.

Because you have allowed the blessing in this passage to eat you,
And seep into your very sub-conscious sight.

I wouldn't ask you to do anything,
Why don't you blame yourself,
After all this place is my dream,
And no one men will dwell.

A'doni

Yahu'shua