I think..........that’s really what it all comes down too.

You either think a little, think a lot or maybe not at

all.
For those that think little, truth is such a malignant menacing spirit. That your simple moment of
reflection, that cattles your psyche back to its familiar domain, is such a divine courtesy, it would be a sin
or perhaps even pity, to waste your limited capacitance, with such a devilish thing. Go...... enjoy your
boxes, your beliefs, and ultimately your perceptions, they are your possessions treat them well or
otherwise, for they will never detract from your soul. They will only chisel its silhouette. Till one glorious
juncture, when the threads conjoining the expanse of time adhered by the perception of reality splinter,
and one by one snap and pop leaving your essence exposed to the blistering absoluteness of perceiving
truth. In which case, you may honorably choose madness for a time or in all likely hood cling to the brick
and mortar of your deepest desires of delusion, assuming or casting blame on every ghost and shadow of
your being and natures. Until ultimately the rigid appendages of time blanket the wounds of your glimpse
at thought with a snow of dust, that will cleanse the destruction of your wake with its retreat into another
moment. Leaving only a blind obedience to one master or another, with another cozy box to lay your
image, and another margin of pleasantness in your space in life.

Feel not ashamed or cheated, you are blessed and cursed like the rest of us. You will not have the burdens
you can not handle, and your masters, be they whoever, will keep you sheltered from from the teeth and
claws of this animal........life. There will be a price you will undoubtedly and unknowingly pay, but in the
end you will be comfortable with the scale of cost, and find a messiah tailored to your wants. You will
desire and want, but those are the necessities that keep you from falling out of the pack and being cut
down, by your hoarders. It is a sublime life for sure, to be stuck in the valley. The peaks will look down
on you with disgust, as do all peaks to valleys, but deep in the folds of their will they admire you. They
admire your blindness. They admire your middle ground personalities, dreams and lives, and in their own
delusions want your given balanced simplicity, which consequently keeps them in their perspective
packs. You are the foundation, which allows the walls of humanity to climb, and regardless of what
pinnacle is reached you share the prize. For if there are great people of this world, you made them. You
forged their beings in the embers of your commonality. You hammered the vibrant ore of their souls, till
the screams of your herded strike altered their form no more. You, the thinkers of little, are the great
shapers of life, and the ones you are obliged to admire or hate owe you a debt they can only likewise
repay.

Now, to the thinkers of nothing. First and foremost, you are exceedingly beautiful, the way you
ride this life as if it were some wild thing. Fearing neither the break of you neck nor the envy of your
spectators. Just simply hanging on till the consequences of every moment penetrate the cognizance of
your emotions. Which, would indicate your profound grasp of truth, or maybe you stand as a living
definition for the search of such impossibilities. You have not the time nor the care to bother with
thought, and find its practice contradictory to your purpose. You abscond through life and its horrifying
randomness pitted in each and every moment, neither caring or capable of looking forwards or
backwards. You will undoubtedly suffer and do great things, and we all look forward to the enigma's you
present, with different motivations. To your unmolested purity I can only stand in aww........ Even in the
strictest circumstances I can not help but pity and admire you, but never will I show it. To do so would
take something away from you that is unforgivable even in thought. You are the animal left in us all, the
baseline of thought, and your mere existence gives me hope for the knowledge of man. Maybe one day
we may learn from your cloaked brilliance, and from your catastrophes and jubilation unearth an idol of
humanity worth our endearing support.
 May you folly and triumph and never understand what you achieve and in who's eyes. I beg of
you continue and do not be discouraged, because by your continuous action without thought u most
completely provide your subordinates with purpose for their own, either in greatness or humiliation.
Although, without question, the nobility of your lives far exceeds the rest, your raw perception is the
pariah of popular conception. Although, you are spliced into a vast emotional and moral purity, it must be
compartmentalized and soiled by your viewers. They poses the need to understand. They need you to
make sense, and must clothe your naked soul, for fear of their own feeling the sting of the cold wind
generated by the chaotic swirl of this life. How, you are used, by us. We extract your crude from the
bedrock of humanity, to process and refine your purity, to fuel this grand machine.
Do not allow your sincerity to feel cheated. Do not prostrate your emotions on the spit of your
betrothed persecution. All in vain I am sure, because your emotions know not the walls of suspicion. You
are cursed and blessed like the rest of us, but take joy in that. Your summits and depressions may only be
actualized in the aftertaste of your emotions. Leave the formulation of meaning to your lessors of life's
erratic pulse. Be at peace, with your station, envelope your self in the energy that you are, and never look
past the ticks of your moments. In short, continue through the dunes of this gritty sandy life, without
hesitation or direction, let the rest of us be aware. You thinkers of nothing continue to be, and remember
you have all our hearts in some way.

Now you wretched thinkers of much. We are such humanities ghost, off in the corner of every moment
twisting and turning the mirror of reality. Trying desperately to find an image, worth expounding the
greatest remnants of personal delusion, in an attempt to merge perception and truth. Only to find it, and
then render it worthless in the next burst of a synapse. Why do we torment ourselves so. Why must it be
“yes” or be “no”....... That is what we seek, and none of us will find. We are the conquistadors of a
sovereign that will not be taken. Only will we enjoy the battle and never the victory. I can tell you
faithfully, and maybe singular in my faith, truth is not of this world. We are only allowed glimpses at
divinity. But that is the real hook isn't it. That inspiration you accidentally mined in a moment of
unfathomable clarity. Clarity, which, can never be directly repeated. A moment of thought, that shows
your soul a white strike of understanding, never again to be conjured from your mind. To explain such a
thing as your thought would be frivolous and practically take you a life time. But you had it, I know I
have too. I know you must go back into the black corridors of your mind, and like the addict, beat on
every door till one opens with what you want. Your courage or more accurately your addiction, is a
singularly beautiful thing. We can not begin to account for what that makes of our lives, for the road is
often dark and treacherous. Often our devils are to much for our will to bear, and often still is the devils
of everyone else in life. But I can with a deepest since of delusion, say we are the soldiers of humanity,
and we have provided humanity with many spoils to like wise spoil with our efforts. We are the front
lines of an imaginary battle against ourselves, pushing, and directing humanity in unknown directions.
Directions compounded by an infinite number of random incalculable events, that systematically
perpetrate the processing function of your mind. We simply must think, there is no choice no switch to
flip, no distraction so potent, that is should render the turbine of your brain inefficient. It is not a choice it
is a characteristic of some underlying function of humanity, that must remain cloaked to our perception in
order to work.
Please, please do not yourself succumb to the darkness totally. We are blessed and cursed like the
rest. We will ultimately suffer spread out and staked on the rack of emotional shadows, tickled by the
spike of absolute uncertainty. We will feel pains regularly that test the conviction of our sanity. A constant
gauge reading sometimes red and sometimes green flickering repeatedly in the flashes of our
perception........ Still those moments of aligned vision, that penetrate the it of life, with enough force that
it should render the universe still. That it should only sound off with awing beat of our heart. That time
should soften up under the influence of our liquor and reveal the mystery between the thighs of the
second. In short the marvelous limits that our perception must submit too. We are the exceptional addicts
purely and explicitly hooked to the pinnacles of this emotional life. How repulsively grandiose the eyes
of we ghosts. To know the the emotions of the devil and god, without the experiences of the not at all's or
the peace of the little's.

Yes we are all so blessed and the soils each of us cultivate is so fertile, but we can not or will predict the
cursed weather!