Mama Lapalu machang.!!

  Getting ready... To be dressed up in light and shine, Gift wrapped tears at her feet, For a week of a festive funeral..!

🚬 was good! But was it? Am I better than? A break, a swim around the lake,  With thoughts, with clouds...  Done better than that, could I have not? ⚠️ But It's all physics, right! ... right? I am but some star-dust. Dead, a long before.. But am I? 🚫 🙊 well what would that 'I' do, Next? This bunch of gore and light! Well, 👆 is all just Physics,  ⚡| ➡️ ? I mean I feel that I am, Like I feel that I choose! But why , you say it weak , when that's  all that I am? But is it. what. I. am? Can 'I' be not, but i be conscious? Can that not be what 'real' freedom is? But would that not be free (the) will, But not be free-will?  So maybe 'I' must exist for free will, but not free will, for i But what do I know of a life without, So pardon me, for the halts,  - by 'I'

☝ Probably the most I learned thanks to the grad-skool! or maybe just during it; Irrelevant. I also learned to think rationally, to dissect things -- to break apart (to fix later, of course, but not always..), to extract, (ideas,) while reducing the world to the smallest parts that help explain most (and making order of magnitude assumptions, of course, but not without loosing part of the truth). Maybe what I was taught to do, in essence, was to understand the 🌐 with fewer theories. The more data you reduce to information, the easier you can process other data; And even predict the future the best way possible, thus being able to change it. Change in which direction though? We certainly take that as a fundamental question of our studies. (in humanities, I assume). Arguments about morality; Can we tell the right direction of change, even if we synthesize all the data we have access to, to the most elegant theories we can come up with? Like should I smoke now? Yes! Again? 🍃

Crossed rivers, blocked canals, an island marching to death and drought, Undug wells, more pipelines, and black gold warming up a continent. brrRaining $Ss, in a long winter, frozen on mountain tops, Assume you'd see, all too real, from a cozy health resort. It's the bird's eye view, from far above, for masters in high orbit, Far too close, too much fog, though, not for the peasants below. So many souls, many more droids, Too much noise, the hum of flying drones. Watched in surprise over starlinked cities, Yet in silence over the desert of wells. Let's flatten all unto a screen, 2D. Easier to navigate! Invaders bad. Dictators crazy. Patriots duty, A Molotov cocktail. And a vote in democracy (F̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶ ̶m̶o̶n̶a̶r̶c̶h̶, I̶n̶ ̶d̶e̶c̶l̶i̶n̶e̶.) An emperor's council, comedians, warriors, And a flying circus beating drums. Here are the directions! Quite simple, you'll see! Work. Drink, dance, snort! Maybe sing and barely eat. The red lines, better not cross, And be m