Visiting the Garden of Band Aid 'Epic' Poetry

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Visiting the Garden of 'Band Aid'


text version of 'epic' poem illustrating the principle of synchronicity and 4 thousand plus other things. ;)
at the full version here:

http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/20 ... d-aid.html



Prologue in Poetry


"Twilight" by E.L.O.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-uaXyc6Mlw[/youtube]


People do not often reach out

to one in communication

on the Internet

in a “Personal Way”,
but when they do

some of the thoughts

give one encouragement

and inspiration

for a

next

moment.


Some things people say

to one

are unkind,


but one chooses

...

to collect

and grow

‘Band-Aids’,


instead

of

Wounds

...


At times,

one loses thoughts

and wants to keep those

memories of encouraging words

here

in a permanent record

to lift

one’s spirit

in times of low.


In addition,

in thanks to those

who might be listening

that ‘like’ one too,

rarely

finding a way

to reach out

to

others,

to connect

in a personal

way.


In reading the garden,

it is comprised

mostly of encouraging

and inspiring words


on method of

communication.


This is a greatest gift

one receives


as an individual

with difficulty

expressing

one’s self

to others

in coherent

verbal

and written

communication,


for
decades.


It is a chronological list

of anonymous

User names


and real Names

listed by Letter

to keep personal identity


private.


At this point,

one may have forgotten ones,

but one will update

this list


from now


until

the

end


of

one’s

ability


in

time...



The chronology of the list

starts close to Christmas

of 2010,

when the photo

of a young “Aghogday”

first appeared

on a

“Wrong

Planet”...



The Garden Starts here.



Another M:

"You say what I want to say

but cannot put into words."


Another V:

“Ah,

the Eloquence

of Aghogday

that I have come

to appreciate.”


Another A:

“You are a valued contributor

to this community,

will you assist

as

mod
er

a

tor...”


E:

“You must hear this

all the time,

but your use

of the language

is unique


and quite a treat.


My mind changes a little,

each time

I read

it.”


Another S:


‘Wow,

who are you?


You had

some good things

to say.”


W:

“You

are an

Elo
quent

Writer...”


"I love

to read

Katie

1's

long

com...

...ments..."


Another S:

“Your mind

has evolved

because

of your health problems.

You have

a Beautiful Mind"


Another C:

“I am

impressed

by your tenacity

in researching

the answers

for ‘this’

issue.”


Another L:

“You should be a Lawyer,

you missed your calling.

It is good to have you

around here.”



Another V:

“It would be good

to have you

on our

side.”


Another S:

“This Hypothesis

would not have been possible

without Aghogday

and two listed others.”



Detail and Digression Ensue:

...

One spent about six months focused on discussing one’s college major and special interest of anthropology on Wrong Planet with S, who came to the site to create a new hypothesis in joining one’s mind with others.

One thinks this person had the thread removed for some reason, which one found disappointed as one enjoyed it and referred back to it.

One was the “Devil’s Advocate” on some of this person’s analysis. However, this person still recognized one’s effort and another individual one greatly respects, at the end of the close to 60 pages Hypothesis.

It was close to a year in effort, creating “Autism: The Eusocial Hominid Hypothesis”.

One agrees with this person in part, but at a different Angle.

The style of the Hypothesis is unique in “Hyperlexic” fashion of collecting information from unlimited sources, creating a tapestry that one must spend time to find, but worth it when one arrives.

One is providing information on personal life history in the comment above about Anthropology as a college degree and additional health related issues below in the comment about Music.

One also provides more details here in this comment. One does not care for pronouns much so one uses one a lot, by the way, in case one has not noticed. :)

It is distant in personal conversation, but works on a blog, I think. :)

One also graduated at that time in the 80’s with degrees in Health Science and Social Sciences Interdisciplinary.

The Hyperlexic pattern of Input and Matrices style ability to answer multiple-choice and short answered questions is ideal for school, because when one attended there is little need for output in writing or verbal skills at undergraduate level.

However, it is close to useless in the ‘real’ working world as a base of knowledge with little ability for coherent communication in speech or writing. There is little ability in fine motor skills to write the written word, and little opportunity to find an accommodation in device computers bring to “Hyperlexic” versions of Autism.

One is fortunate to find any job, ending up working at a Military Bowling Center for close to two decades, where people at hundreds per week, quickly became a lifelong passion of interest.

There is no opportunity for academic pursuit again, until home computers come along.

One eventually is ‘pushed’ into higher positions in government employment as Community Activities Director and Athletic Director, because of one’s computer skills. There was great demand for that ‘niche’ skill, but it is now shared by the masses.

The last place the last child picked on sports teams in Physical Education at school ends up is Athletic Director at a Military Installation. This path of push, also led to a spot in a leadership class for the county, in a ‘Forrest Gump’ like scenario.

The Push and Shove eventually leads to a constant state of Adrenal gland reactivity, and ultimately human exhaustion, per Autistic Burnout. There is no doubt in one’s mind that most of the health issues are because of this extended state of hyper-vigilance.

One meet one’s spouse at work, in the emotional contagion shared with happy masses. As a Hyperlexic type Autistic person one shares communication through one’s eyes, absorbing the emotional contagion of people and amplifying it through eyes. It is a life of vision and other senses, including hyper-tactile sensitivity, with input and analysis of picture, pattern and symbol.

It can be a gift of input but challenge in output without a visual interface to view the after effect of one’s mind. One connects with that other “continent” of mind in output two times in school. One time was in a Christmas essay in middle school and once in a Philosophy class in College. It was like a stranger of words one did not consciously understand as existing in one’s mind.

The computer provides that connection now, along with neuroplastic adaptation to health problems discussed below in the Piano comment. Those health issues, in part, impaired one’s lifelong tool of navigating the world in pattern, picture, symbols and human contact through penetration of eye-to-eye vision.

While one’s verbal and nonverbal communication for output and input of speech and complex facial expression is muted, the Universe exists in eyes of one and others. The after effect of words staring one back in face on a screen has ‘literally’ taken the place of a world of complex visual interface and human connection.

The written word or spoken word is not a comfortable place to visit in earlier life, in effect because soul is in one’s eyes connecting to a much larger world in the eye of soul in others.

Home videos are not common when one is younger, but one’s own penetrating stare disconcerted one when one first saw one’s ‘self’ speaking to someone behind a Camera. One use to wonder why some people seemed nervous when one penetrates the soul. One finally understands when one sees eyes looking back at one penetrating another soul.

Not until recently has one understood that it is ‘socially inappropriate’ not to avert ‘stare’.

On the other hand, one had difficulty making eye contact when speaking, because there is the natural inclination to enter into the soul of another, and away from potential of coherent speech in word.

One often had to write down small scripts of words to communicate in speech when there was the potential of talking to more than one set of eyes. It is a much different type of Autism than what some others experience.

It was hard for people to look one in the eyes, as they felt like one could see into their soul. Some literally stated this. Perhaps that is a gift of Hyperlexia of enhanced input and compromised output.

One enjoyed the life of input more than life of output. One has a tool in computer technology in communicating thought one accumulates through the course of life, that in effect is one’s eyes now for connecting to people, in limited ability compared to three dimensional flesh and blood eye contact to a person’s soul.

One rarely verbally spoke in real life, so there was time to stare into the soul of eye in other people.

...



The Garden list

continues.


Another M:

“I like reading it”.


This is a response

to one’s first Blog Post.


That post is born

in face book private message

from the person

who started

one’s Blog,

in effect of word.


That Blog Post

is in passing message

inspired by one word,


Synesthesia


that is like

a magic key

opening a Box

to creativity.


Another J:

"You say

what I feel

but cannot

put into words."


Another T:

"I sense somehow

you will

understand"


Another L:

"Thank you for publicly writing this as I can add it

to the other information

I have discovered inside

and researched,

acknowledging it

as True.


I thank you,

because for me

there is nothing as satisfying

in the experience

of happiness,

as I personally

experience it,

than flow of

active

creativity".


Another L:

You are doing a great job.

I am learning SO much.

Others may not be commenting,

but they are listening.




N:

"You create

a fantastic

inner space

of mind with mere

words."


Another A:

“It is

one

of the most beautiful

things

I have read.”


R:

“You are pretty funny
for a "Human Algorithm”.


Another F:

Commenting on the piano music one created

called “Challenging Alexithymia",

also called

“Nautilus”,


this person described it

as “enchanting and haunting”.


Additional Detail and Digression.

...

One had to look up “enchanting” on Google, and was pleased that someone viewed it that way. One’s spouse describes it as a tortured soul, and brother-in law describes it as a lonely ghost wandering the earth not knowing one is dead.

That is not far from truth of personal reality when viewed that way at the height of Health problems. Aghogday is not a happy acronym as it represents “Another Ground Hog Day”, which is like a living death, of similarity in ‘painful’ obstacles each day.

One describes it as such in another blog post, “'The Divine Comedy', Autism and Alexithymia”, per personal history. One has several serious immune system issues, including one where one’s eyes stop making tears, which is similar to swimming in salt water with one’s eyes open.

In addition, there is challenge of Fibromyalgia and Dysautonomia/Vasovagal Pre-Syncope where the brain no longer efficiently coordinates blood pressure and heart rate. Add in a sprinkle of depression and a Dash of anxiety and the Autism Spectrum Diagnosis is the least of one’s concern.

The difficulty that was most severe is a rare type of chronic nerve pain affecting one’s right eye. It is beyond anything one can describe. There is no pain medication that can ‘touch it’. The only solution is to kill the nerve in one’s face. It is not an option one is willing to take. The thought of having a numb face is more unsettling than challenge of pain to one.

Although the light from the computer screen increases physical pain, the focus on writing is the only thing that could put one’s mind in a place to escape the pain. Gradually the pain lessened, but one’s eyes still do not work the way they should, and there appears to be no solution for that.

One is fortunate to continue with near vision. One’s world literally exists in computer screens four inches to 23 inches in diameter. One cannot watch TV from a distance. It is still too painful to wear corrective lenses at middle distance because of the facial pain that remains. It is the nerve responsible for focusing one’ eye.

One can still drive and see in the farther distance with prescription sunglasses, but one has to wear them at night because one’s eyes are too sensitive to wear anything but prescription sunglasses at any distance, day or night, where there is any light.

One wore one’s hands out with Carpal Tunnel syndrome, playing the piano trying to escape pain and Alexithymia. That adversity led to the music linked in the blog post "Challenging Alexithymia with Music".

It is one of the few things one is able to create in life one could call one’s own. Fortunately, one can accommodate a Computer Keyboard better than a piano at this point, per Carpal Tunnel syndrome.

One’s Hyperlexic flavor of Autism is like an advanced form of echolalia parrot, when young, as far as output in verbal communication and creativity. The input and analysis of patterns and symbols had no depth of limit.

To put in metaphor one could sing with the choir, in perfect sync, but is lost in solo of song or word.

In addition, one was a member of a church choir for a decade, without a song or tune of one’s own. The Catholic Church is a wonderful adaptation as the choir is at the back.

One could not sing facing and interpreting the souls in the windows of hundreds of eyes at the same time.

One digresses, however if one opens the soul of others in words communicating with one, one cannot reasonably keep one’s soul closed.

...


The Garden of Band Aid continues.


Another S:

“There are so many things

I find interesting

about this,

but for now

I will address

this.”


Another M: “

"Would you like

a webpage

to display

your poetry?”



Another F:

The person/’entity’

in the “subject” of one's
recent Blog Post

who wrote “Thank you

for being a Friend”

to the “viewing audience”


J:

“It is sort of

an Oasis,


a Refuge.


I like.”


Another C:

“I think it is cool and refreshing;

we need people to say positive things about us”


Another M:

“I really enjoyed this post

of word fun”.



Another J:

"I am exploring your posts

and am finding

amazing ideas.”




Epilogue:



"Some Other Time" by the Alan Parsons Project

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tW2e4tpOBGA[/youtube]


The good thing

about the internet

is if one remembers

the nice things people say

one usually finds them

in recorded text.


These are not exact quotes,

but one feels confident

that most of them are close

to verbatim

because of the way

they touch

the emotional part

of one’s

soul.


In real life,

one could touch

people’s soul with eyes,

but not easily

with other

body language

or communication.


In effect,

one’s vision impairment

makes that small

but extreme


point


of focus

of contact


in soul


lost.


Not only is this

a Garden of “Eden”,


it is just a small


online part of ‘real’

life


among

Guardians

of “Angels”,


who come forward
in human

spirit,


at challenging


points


in life,



adding hope


for another moment.


They no longer

likely know

one’s name,


if they knew it then,


and one no longer

remembers their

words

clearly;


however,


one keeps

a record

of spirit


in

one.


For

anyone

who has not yet planted

a Garden

of

Band-Aid.


One encourages one

to plant

it early


and tend to it

faithfully

as life grows by


for the fullest

opportunity


for one and others


to circle back

to it,


in connection of


Spirit.


This is one’s online version,

but one now encourages

one’s self

to start another


‘real life’


section here


in this same post


in the



future.


Perhaps it will expose

too much of one’s soul,


but so what,


it is the only

one

to share with others,


and harder to lose


when there is

a record


of


it.



"Ghost in the Machine and Synchronicity" by the Police

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZltgYhe9BbE[/youtube]


Autism, the Internet and "Ideological First Identity", a Collection of Thoughts:

http://katiemiaaghogday.blogspot.com/20 ... first.html






"AutisticS Peeks!"


It's Good

to Hear

:)
*BD
to

ya
:)!
*

(:@@
@:)
!*


AS
P:
Autistic Spectrum
Perception

and

Perspective




Postcript A


Thanks

Again,


for

the


*Gift.

!



Sneakers!


Just what

One

needed.


*




Postscript B


One travels

to visit

one's mother.


One finds a thick

Birthday

Card.

By the time one counts six,

one is smiling.


By the time one counts nine,

one is laughing.


By the time one counts eleven,

one is laughing so...


By the time one counts thirteen...

hard one is...


twenty-five in total.

crying...


Oh!1,

what a Comic

relief


it is



*

to
* two too *
:)!

*


find

a friend

with One.

*(:!1
1:)
*


At least

for

now...




"The Show must go on"



by the Alan Parsons Project

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DeUJxXGgsfI[/youtube]






...

Thanks Another T ,

for !

and

another L

F for ... Listening!
*

to
* two too *
T0O
:)!
**
...
Another J:


for Jenny

from

around

the Block.


'circa early 70's'



"You Look Artistic"
*
...

It is

InDeed A


'Divine' Comedy !



...

Thanks for coming by 'Alighieri', 'Jeff', 'Jonathan', and 'Jack'

...

and so many
other

ones

*
...



*for Band

Aid

*

...



One's Angle

on a

'Eusocial Hominid'

Hypothesis


*



It's

Good

to

Hear ya!


*


Sorry,

the Hypothesis is longer than 60 pages;


it is over five

million

words.

*

This Entire Blog is

*

an

Abstract,

in more ways

than

one.
*
...
*



If one needs reference,

a keyword search by Google for

any combination

of

Katie Mia, Aghogday,

and Autism


brings up abundant

sources.



:)!
*
...

*
!(:


if

one
*
looks

deep enough

ONe cAN FInd TApestRY
IN gardENs OF WOrd saLaDs

*
...



*

or
pest
in end of
word sale ad.

He!!
Ha!
;)!
!
...




Postscript:

For anyone reading my posts up to this point, and are wondering if I am losing my mind. While I do not consider myself to own it, I can still find it in the tapestry of words.

It is not likely that many people can find half the tapestry I can, because synchronicity is a culturally influenced principle, heavily influenced by each person’s life experience.

In effect, the Acausal connecting principle synchronicity is ‘God’, ‘the ONE’, or if one wants to call it the ‘Milky Way’, ‘winking’ back at them.

One can observe it and smile, or one can observe it and become paranoid.

Logic is an excellent tool to control ‘the beast’ of synchronicity for those who are born extremely sensitive to dopamine, with an extreme rote memory, seeing patterns everywhere they look in life.

Extreme pattern recognition is a source of potential unusual expression of what people describe as intelligence or it can potentially result in chaos.

Logic controls the ‘beast’ of synchronicity.

John Nash is an excellent example. There is a question of whether he was Autistic or Schizophrenic. He did not experience the type of break from reality that the movie described in a ‘hyperbolic’ way.

He is a prodigy in math and pattern recognition.

The patterns got the best of him, when he got out of school, and there was no structured focus to tame the ‘beast’ of synchronicity. He found a ‘beast’ in magazine articles after that point.

In ‘perfect’ Metaphor, the last unintended ‘play on words and symbols’, in my blog post was the ‘he’ and the ‘! !’, put together with the Ha and the !, as I could not decide whether to say ‘He! He!' or 'Ha! Ha!'.

It was my 'little pleasure' of finding the meaning out of the word ‘pest’ I found in the ‘word salad’ I ‘randomly’ created out of Tapestry.

‘Smiley-cons’, or whatever other emotional device in words or symbols people use in emotionally connecting with others, are in effect, sale ads for words.

I did not notice the ‘he’ pest in ‘he!!” which looks like ‘hell’ and the winking smiley icon, I used to express my humor, until well after the ‘affect’ of my literal observation in the word ‘tapestry’, as an emotional ‘sale ad in words’ to connect with others.

I am not only fascinated by Synchronicity I have been haunted by it, most of my life, in my little home town that once held the title of having the ‘most’ churches per square mile of any city in the US.

I did not see it documented and if it was, at this point, the city is much larger, and the focus on Church is no longer nearly as strong, but still a powerful force of positivity, along with the folks yelling at intersections waving books.

I was raised a Catholic. It is a peaceful church with little ‘fire’ and ‘brimstone’. Some of the churches in my locality are a little ‘scary’ to enter.

There are many people in my area focused on the ‘devil’, instead of ‘good news’.

My divine comedy of Synchronicity started at birth, when the Doctor decided to go on vacation, and induce labor with ‘oxytocin’ two weeks early on 60660.

It could be part of why I have a little problem ‘connecting’ with people in an ‘oxytocin’ way.

I will not rule out the potential Autism/‘Oxytocin’ correlation in inducing labor.

It was not so bad in my town, until the movie ‘Omen’ came out, and I started purchasing beer and was carded at the Grocery store.

In that context, in my town, unfortunately ‘or fortunately’, I was carded until after age 40. My spouse finds one carded after 40, too.

Some people were literally afraid of my driver’s license.

Oh, what a divine comedy synchronicity is.

(digression) There is an interesting new finding in research that people on the spectrum along with having androgynous features, also have a delay in the decline of growth hormones associated with aging. The link is in my posts about androgyny and the spectrum. (off digression)

Some people were literally scared to talk to me, when they found out my birth date, in effect, because the Doctor decided to go on vacation, per synchronistic event in life.

In this case, it was ‘synchronistically’ meaningful to cashiers as something to be ‘paranoid’ about, because of religious beliefs.

I love the way the ‘6’ looks, as it reminds me of the Nautilus Shell, the Hurricane, the Fetus, the ‘Curled Cat’, the ‘Milky Way’ and the ‘Ducky Way’.

I am ‘proud’ to celebrate that coincidence or ‘synchronicity’ in the literal beauty of symbols in my birthday.

Unfortunately, other people saw the devil in it, instead of beauty.

My mother’s name is ‘Hel-en’, which is a beautiful name, even if a future name would sound much like ‘name hell’ spelled backwards. I could start getting paranoid at this point, too, but I continue to remember the beauty of the Milky Way, Hurricanes, Galaxies, etc…

I was born 6 Lbs 5 ounces. One more ounce and I would have hit the bingo of Nautilus symbol of life. I also love 3’s and patterns in life associated with threes.

There is three 6’s in my birthday, three Nautilus shells in symbol of my College in three degrees hanging above my head in my bedroom, along with graduating from college together with my sister and mother as three in 1983.

I thought it was cool that I started the idea for this Blog on 3/1/13, started the Nature photos Blog on 3/13/13, and finishing what I see as the final product of this blog on 6/6/13. Additionally, finishing what I thought were the final touches on 6/9/13.

That was 101 days.

Did I mention I love 'One' and 1's... :)

I suppose 911 is unusually alarming.

35:15 was from my post on aUtIsM. The meaning my mind assigns is the 53 of age and the number of posts at 51 at the point in time, this post was posted, in what I saw as a type of ‘grand’ finale of ideas, at 53,51.

However, ‘the show’ must go on…

(digression) Human beings do not get to ‘retire’ and ‘live’. It is not part of animal nature.

It is a construct invented by culture, at most.

However, they can re-create, in finding new ‘tires’ to travel. (off digression)

If one noticed all the ‘strange’ numbers in the label of this blog post it is an expression of the beauty of synchronicity.

I could probably write a novel based on all the other ‘beautiful’ synchronicities I see in this post and it is already in the over five million words I have written about the rest of life and beauty of synchronicity described in those words elsewhere on the internet.

This blog expresses the ‘beauty’ that is ‘my’ mind, even if ‘it’ belongs to ‘others more’ than ‘me’.

What I mean by that is I adapted to life, with Hyperlexia, by copying what I saw around me.



Epilogue in Poetry:


If one finds

beauty

in this

Blog,


it is

a reflection


of what still exists

in human culture


that is beauty,

instead of strife.


It is also

a reflection


of the strife,

as well.


Words manifest

the word of one


that is
all.


It does not matter

who is speaking,


Language


is a Universe

of expression.


I am so happy

to be

a fuller part

of
it,


as I was limited

earlier in life.


I too,

more fully

share


in the
word


of

one,


now.

:)
1
...




Postscript
Too
A
book

sits
atop
a piano

one
no longer
plays.
Yellow Boy
has found
comfort

in a place

to stay.


One’s
spouse
sees

dis-
re-
spect,

instead
of comfort.


The
Bible

is
heirloom

from
two

generations
past,

at the
Vatican,

a
place
where one’s
grandfather

spent
time

as
Priest.


A
special
book
to some

blessed
by
a
Pope.



Oh!

*

*
the
places
One takes
one

in

Synchronicity.



If there is
no spirit

in

Yellow
Boy,


there is

no spirit

in

One.
...


*
Epilogue Too
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views'
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One finds separation from ‘the world’
as close to connecting to reality as one sees.
*
One is hoping to find and connect to emotions
somewhere online typing five-million words,
*
but instead, finds one’s soul again.
*
One visits a fuller place of 'Katie Mia', on 9/6/81,
for a few months in successfully escaping a 'world' of 'expectations'.
*
One finds one again in the Bliss of that place in the moment of the last few days.
One understands the place better now than one did before.
*
One has the ability to tame the 'beast' of synchronicity,
One provided a 'password' to help one find it again.
*
One is not sure ones see value in message.
It brings one pleasure to share one’s soul.
*
In the last few weeks, one loses track of time;
most of the words are coming from soul.
*
Along the way, one observes new interesting things,
One struggles with whether technology is ‘good’ or ‘bad’,
but now one more fully understands that it is part of nature too,
*
if not by design by Synchronicity.
*
While one understands it is not 'magic',
writing in the last several weeks the synchronicities of 'bugs' in ‘Blogger’ software ‘forces’ one to keep mistakes providing meaning one does not see in 'mistakes' at first.
*
One corrects the ‘Too’ of one sentence 'meeting' the paragraph of another ten times,
in the Yellow Boy Bible poem,
until one finally realizes a deeper meaning is in the 'mistake'.
*
It is time winking back at one, whatever, it is.
*
One cannot help but to think the 'evil' 666 of endless death
in bible
provides deeper message delivered in 'subconscious' mind of 'whoever' wrote that
from a pattern of life, instead of death.
*
It is an 'ultimate divine’ comedy of One.
It is also an 'ultimate' divine comedy of life,
as the coincidence of 'meaningless' symbol of birth,
is a symbol of the pattern of life, unity,and 'onever' one wants to call it
that one attempts to deliver as a metaphor for someone coming across it randomly in a Google search.
*
Each moment is still a challenge,
and there are ‘tiny keystrokes’ making a whole in the message that one does not plan.
*
Stepping back one sees the beauty of Synchronicity and smiles as wide as a Universe, in mind,
to be able to paint it in a way someone might find.
*
One’s cousin plays a role in bands across life.
The way Jeff Lynne moves in graceful body language singing and playing guitar,
is eerily reminiscent of one’s cousin.
*
There is graceful gentle spirit one finds in his video autobiography linked earlier today,
in the second F of Jeff, right after the first J for Jeffersonian Bible
to give credit for stopping by in one’s life, providing 'Band-Aid'.
*
The folks more often busy in the background focused on ‘Creation Activity’
instead of raising families.
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Perhaps, a type of “Eusocial Primate”
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Maybe metaphor
or maybe not
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Never the less
hard to forget.
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One identifies with how Jesus is portrayed androgynous,
non-conforming to ‘ways’ of the world.
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Whoever wrote the story and painted it
is likely set a-part from others.
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It is a recurring theme of expression of adversity
in the human spirit,
and other animals.
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The ELO ‘Twilight’ song is one’s favorite song of all time.
It touches a place in the Universe of one’s soul,
that only Jeff Lynne has been able to take one.
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The Album is ‘Time’.
One ‘suspects’ the ‘moral’ behind the message
is people who do not reproduce
or are seen as different
play a most valuable role,
at times,
in Band-Aid
for Tribe.
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The expression is unlimited
in edifice of culture
providing comfort
to so many people.
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Even the soft tethered structure of Bible
giving Yellow Boy comfort under his paws of life.
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How wonderful it is
that one provides the 'deepest' message
from one’s comfort of place
looking backing at one.
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Synchronicity is One
and the Same.
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Thanks for being
a Friend
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in
Spirit.
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