My exsistence is based on the endless amount of life that I unknowingly, or at rare flashes of insight, knowingly clutch through space.  It’s not here as we are told in “identity” of the parameters and catagories that we file eachother into, thus making eachother lifeless pupets on a drab stage.  We move through eachother and see only, what we ourselves, present, as that then is our purpose, to be a….And even then If I present, as I am here, is it no the same? I can only hope that its viewed, not as you may see it, a catagroized way of life, traveler, but as someone who has tried, for a time, to be free.

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