I would think that this alcohol would create something for me, after all these years and all the time I have spent drinking it. I suppose it does, it allows for space within the whitened side of my head, those whitened walls of me. I can not understand the peace, and that is the focus that I seek. I spend my time now understanding the weapons. Everyone is creating, none are aware that we are. We have forgotten the fame we once had, we are forgetting that we are playing a game.
We will have something that comes in. All of the worlds will have peace.
There is a delete key, so I am sage.
With luck, and I know I have luck, I will be able to seek without sharing. This, timed out properly, seems that it seeks and that it is the key behind the limited sense. This and the other thoughts we have needed me to see, because, with that silhouette, the real lightened path knows the little ones.
When the seeking comes, I know the path. I have walked it, and I hope that I will be able to create something real because what is real is incredible.
I cannot create a forest.
I just want to create something of note, but I hide that fact from myself and the world, generally. This is because with real hope, and any public kind of understanding we find new kinds of understanding.
I won these thoughts in a contest.
There is a lot below what I wanted to know.
I will never understand.
Too many people have thought before me. It had all been done long before now. The path is the only sense of purpose. I was born into the game, I paid 12 croutons for this ride. This is what I wanted to do.
The Riddles of the Wizard.
There is a new world.
We are seeking real change.
I animate but plan my actual.
This is the key, but we don't want true things.
This is real, but real is a thing, so we don't want it.
It takes longer, but it is the same thing.
The vape to the something else, the smoke of thought.
I hide from it, that peaceful belief.
There is nothing here. I can belong to conscious awareness.
This is all we can have because with lucid luck I seek it.
I want is not the same as I want to.
This, in turn, is nothing.
I cannot certainly create.
Creativity does not create.
We seek, but we do not know the question.
With luck, the passage of time will show us.
But we do not know the question.
