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| The Environmental Magazine |
A mad scramble to the edge, the edge of reason and a mind run out of ideas and exhausted, a world running out of ideas and solution's, tired of the same old, same old, a worn out pair of shoes.
People following on blindly like sheep, alive but asleep, vainly following one another like lemmings, knowing they are going to fall into perdition and yet mesmerised, transfixed and glued to the patterns and programmes of brain washed rhetoric.
And me scrambling out of my mind sets which are tumbling with no end in sight and I am awake to the programmes and patterns and am venting them at such a rate of speed that at times it seems like madness and I feel this light, get glimpses of that which is empty but full of joy, peace and calm, yes I too am scrambling to the edge of reason and instead of the perdition I arise in the calm 'flame' of and assured that all is very, very well indeed.
SHACK
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