kind future person

let me embrace you with the warmth of my words for they may yet become older than my arms ever could let me hold you close and comfort you about your concerns you've come here to read something novel i've tried to set myself in your shoes since i have come to realize that evolution timewise thinks as much of us as it does of turtles so with a bit of schadenfreude in your left pocket take joy in the fact that i am no longer here because i had to die to make space for you and that's perfect because i know you first of all i would like to thank you for reading this to return the favour of your sincere effort i decided to share with you the secrets of old for the key to the kingdom of heaven is a gift and although you might think yourself very clever i want to let you know that wisdom is far from guile and it follows that if we might just live as long as turtles do it would mean that our job here on earth concludes to pretty much eating seaweed if the noosphere was seaweed we would understand it real good and so we do but this is sadly trivial for it merely points out the stark difference between the universe and what we think we see ironically (the universe loves this notion) we see the world through the lens of mortality and so as we go about in 3D space in time we always query the situation the same two questions: is it understood and then is it contained you understand garbage you know trash but i believe in this lies the beauty of our creation for as has been discussed before each moment is pure chaos not to be understood of man are the order-makers and so the one that is laughs at the glory that is his brought about in his children within the mortal coil though it is not at all a whimsical business to render order out of turmoil good times and laughter for just as we are able to create fake order out of pure chaos we may create terror more real than the sundering powers of a gravity well so take heart and use this opportunity please hold back with the carpe diem but be and know thyself enjoy the air i died for knowing the same why we chase the wind to do it lovingly

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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