Rift Tale

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Hodo you really think about in those precious very first seconds after you wake up and are cognizant with the fact that you are still alive? Alive! You know what I mean…. Alive! You’re heart still pumps. You’re skin still feels the touch of those lukewarm sheets, your stomach rumbles, your lungs expand still inhaling, getting full of the lifegiving gas… yes, yes indeed you are alive! No small miracle. Who comes that moment into your psyche? Who invades your privacy?

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Wonderful gift of nature, silent unnoticeable gift, while you were sleeping unbeknown to you everything was still dutifully working in your body like a precision Swiss clock. Tic, toc, tic, toc, no malfunctions,no glitches. Synchronous perfection.
But surely being “alive” it’s much more complicated than just saying the word “I’m alive”. What would you think?.... so? The word “alive” is a complicated message a very significant, almost holly, concept. Having life and pondering on it is a condition of and in nature and evolution of the human brain, there is no other organ in your body capable of ponderingabout itself. Is an act of presence, a intricate meaning that is not just a word that only tells and conveys, and reminds you, “hey you!, yes you, you are alive”, no big deal. What’s the commotion? Every day you wake up alive… or so it seems, so what?

How sure are you that others that are telling you, maybe even constantly, that you’re alive that they themselves are alive, are thye themselvestruly, functionally alive?
Let me ask you an even more poignant question, how many of them do you really think they are actively alive and that they in fact care for being alive? Well, my friend, you know? I’ve been around for a very long time, and I seen too many individuals, almost bordering on being spiritual-less entities, many that are biologically alive, organically functional, yeah... ofcourse they do have a pulse. Their eyes do look up and down and all that other crap their supposed to do when alive, but, in fact, they are functionally dead. I declare them functionally defunct.
Do you understand what that means? Your daughter is thirsty and you give a damn. You need to let your body get rid of its metabolic waste, meaning sir/madam that you’re alive and you must get rid of itwhere it’s convenient and at least, at the very least, semi privately.

SO you’re done. Clean yourself you say? You have a soggy butt? Hey! Fellow!, hey lady! Just pull those pants up and go on smelling as bad as you need to, whatever is still wet will dry up. Think, please think, at least that foul smell will tell everyone around you you’re still alive. You are alive that’s why you smell sobad. No shame. Be thankful others have not to worry with what to clean up when their done because nothing comes down through their bowels, only pain and the desperate need to go. Their functionally alive but metabolically dead so who cares where they take a shit if nothing comes out, nothing is messed up and no odor is left. They, those with no smell are almost dead.
Is ther anythin“alive” it’smuch more complicated than just saying the word? The word “alive” is a message is a condition of nature is how you see a flower. If you see a flower and that’s all you see than you might as well be dead.
Do you every morning lokk for the new, do yo live every day? But if you see beauty and and receive a message that tells you “come smell me”, “come see my parts”come see my fractal nature. ThenI declare you aliv, capable of giving capable of receiving. Knowing that you are alive is not as complicated and metabolic demanding as knowing that you are live and what is the significance of that five letter word? Being alive implies you can understand that that the world around you is pulsating. What does it really mean? and what does the word so inoffensive “alive” implies?
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