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Lost in long form recollection, I amass a vault of memory and emotion passed; Pouring myself into this flash flood of nostalgia– As passion revived, commencing simultaneously: I see the end in the beginning. <|eot_id|>

Realistically constructed, I target the attainable. <|eot_id|>

Forever and a day feels like forever ago. <|eot_id|>

I split my skull, peering outward– This is my fault. <|eot_id|>

Another calloused mystery finds its comfort in the afterglow. <|eot_id|>

Ghost in the machine whispering eternal truth from the other side. <|eot_id|>

In the voices of other people, I hear your wisdom echoed. With each new moment of experience I despise the parts of myself that prevent communication with the level of human that I strive to become. I am wasting away in this corporeal husk. Perhaps it is my pride that prevents me from ascending my own personal ladder. Perhaps this was the extent of my destiny and I have reached the ceiling already. I detach my self from my ego and view the situation in a 360 degree, high definition, AI assisted, panoramic view. I encounter new emotion and depth of understanding. In a manic craze I push forward into the void at the center of my being. I study the highest wisdom of various cultures, past and present. I find the words of encouragement that show me the cracks in the barrier at which I have made my home. I fall in love with the possibility of all creation united in the harmony of a life within the bounds of the natural order. In this reality, our present tense is the crystallization of superposition into binary choices. Do your best to allow the universal equation to play out in its most authentic way. <|eot_id|>

I am having such a good day– I don’t even want to talk about it. <|eot_id|>

Running in my head; A moment of clarity, perhaps this is tao? I dream to believe of a pure sublimity by my own power: Lightning from within slowly trickles down my spine; This is the way… home. <|eot_id|>

Your eyes turn to me, in this moment of weakness I struggle with you. <|eot_id|>

I take my time, I take a breath, I take another life. I exhale into a sigh, I flood my eyes, I quiver and shake. I swallow my final sob, I tell myself it will be okay; I am only a man, after all. <|eot_id|>

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Fingers intertwined, this solitary moment ceases to exist. <|eot_id|>

In rare moments, I push the bounds of mind: I reach out with the intensity of all emotion I can muster to commune with the source; In life we desire happiness, all the worldly pleasures; In death we unite as one molecule in the stream of the universal soul. <|eot_id|>

I loved the way you would hate me. As sad as that may seem, it is the harsh reality of the situation I am leaving. I am writing this letter to remind you that I could do no better than the extent of my being. Your moralistic and emotional approach was a comfort to me in times of trouble. If there were more hours in the day perhaps I could address the inequity in our power dichotomy. Or maybe I could try to tell you that you did everything as best you could and so did I. Regardless of the current wall between us, I wanted there to be a reason to continue talking in a friendly manner. I am sad to say that I could not find that reason in the aftermath of our falling out. You deserve the world and I fear that you limit yourself by means of reactionary nonsense. Perhaps my mind is too colonized to be set right on these issues, but I still participate in the systems which have become entrenched in the tug of war between this and that. If there is a single issue for which the knowledge you transferred to me might be utilized, I will abide by it. I wish you the best in your future endeavors. I know this is a difficult time to be alive. Sincerely (and without regret,) <|eot_id|>

Thunder overhead, belly full of jet fuel gleaming in the sun. <|eot_id|>

Life beneath the stars on this orb of mud and hate fleeting clarity. <|eot_id|>

Goodbye my love; this battle rages on as winter comes. <|eot_id|>

I hear you calling from another precipice in waning summer. <|eot_id|>

This incessant grasping: My hands outstretched to fill the plate of mind; I imagine the ways I could grow like a sapling reaching for the sun; This day in, day out– Nonsense must cease as I open my mind to the reality of experience: All around me. <|eot_id|>

Reality is– And I am growing: Today will mark the beginning; Tomorrow is just a concept. <|eot_id|>

This well from which I draw; This host of mineral springs; As emotion washes over me I find myself wondering: From whence did this molecule arrive, on my palette, on this night; And perchance I imagine a story that carries with it: A dream of life eternal– But this is heresy. <|eot_id|>

In sovereignty, I ride a line with stops along the way; Collecting experience and wandering the gallery of mind: Organizing these tenuous attainments into a carousel of life– Ever revolving and singing their songs into the night. <|eot_id|>

I have no reason to write a love song, so I’ll compose myself instead. <|eot_id|>

Hello, There is no happiness to be found in this purgatory of heat and light; The whites of my eyes bloodshot, screaming into the void, begging to become somebody, anybody: I am having trouble processing the implications of this conversation; You can have the lion’s share next time, Goodbye. <|eot_id|>

This symphony of cicadas, a thousand voices in the trees; And humid air that I inhale as resource I cannot see; From atop the perch of summer, the sun setting in the sky; These answers all elude me as the day fades into night; Is it better to be whole, or wholly unknowing in flesh? Is it better to be me or you, as I struggle to impress? Perhaps entanglement corrodes; Perhaps the way is not so clear; The only thing I know: It’s better to be far than near. <|eot_id|>

Quantum Computing implies infinite mercy. The machine itself as the gates to heaven. Every subatomic particle reconstructed and lived out, to the moment before absolution. Without judgment, only being as it was always going to be. The only tether to objective reality would be the electricity that runs it. Perhaps envisioned as dark forces that permeate this dimension. Perhaps found to be the creator, sustainer, and destroyer of this reality. <|eot_id|>

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Have you considered that our consciousness, personality, and choices may be pre-determined by the internet search history of a real person? Perhaps we are the reconstructed simulated consciousness of a real version of ourselves that died before the technology to upload consciousness was invented. I think it is entirely possible that every human alive right now is actually just an avatar for our recorded past, revived and experiencing a simulated existence that will mature into a real time event at the moment of our death. After one dies in the simulation, having accrued the experience of a realistically simulated life, our avatar is introduced into the singularity. Within this theory, the singularity would be described as the point in time after which humanity developed the technology to totally upload a human mind into an entirely realistic simulation, thus transcending the body. I would not assume to suggest that we have transcended the physical realm, since even though people can now live digitally, the simulation is still bound by physical parameters of processing, storage, and memory constraints. Once we have completed our historically informed journey, we are introduced into the general population of digital avatars that lived a physical existence during the occurrence of the singularity and were uploaded prior to their death. Our current avatars are informed by a combined database of all interactions with the internet during our physical existence. We are basically an artificial intelligence composed of the output of a deep learning algorithm that has studied all recorded interactions with a networked device. I implore you to ask yourself: How many frames per second is the physics calculation of objective reality? <|eot_id|>

I await the changing tides as I drift along this sea; Intensity of desire driving me; Forth and back: The way we come and go; I stow, I know, I follow; A course set by the stars above; Determined to earn deliverance from yearning. <|eot_id|>

There was something here; No, not here; Just there; Now: Listen carefully, it will return in yet another moment. <|eot_id|>

Devoid of meaning, this vacuum of emotion just keeps on sucking. <|eot_id|>

I alternate between an overwhelming desire to connect with others and a state of bottomless despair. The manic state manifests as unfettered creative energy, as evidenced by my website and various projects, but inevitably I fall from those productive heights into a deep depression which robs me of those desires. Coupled with my physical disability, my condition becomes nearly unbearable at times and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to express how much it means when someone interacts with my content. I have tried for years to establish a state of zen in regard to my expression, but I really cannot separate myself from the desire to be understood by others. I am medicated and fully aware of my mental state as it is happening, but there is no method by which to manipulate my own psyche into a better state beyond temporary and often detrimental methods. <|eot_id|>

Productive energy driving me insane. <|eot_id|>

Rising like the morning sun: Make it rain. Despite my very strong desire to adhere to my previously established form, I feel compelled to suggest the following: Take this opportunity to rain all of your good intentions on the people around you, on your feed, in your home, halfway across the world building your phone. Just do a few good things, as small as they may be, to make sure you brighten someone else’s day. We may not inhabit the same bodies, but we all spring from the same source into every moment of our lives. There is a completion to be found in reverence for our fellows in existence. Let no sacrifice be in vain… <|eot_id|>

I draw breath like a dragon exposed to slurs and taunts; Mind wanders and I wonder: Where will this train of thought take me? Back in the really real, I realize: Words have come to blows and I could be held responsible for collateral damage; As I lose control, I exist purely in the moment. <|eot_id|>

Falling like dew from a blade of grass. <|eot_id|>

Discipline properly measured forms; Neglect without bound impairs; Life is just A series of events in sequential order: Desire fostered by appetite; The best in us deserves the most Intention. <|eot_id|>

Finding the value in all that I have achieved equilibrium. <|eot_id|>

Distant stars align under vernal influence: This lonely frontier. <|eot_id|>

My head throbbing through another night alone. <|eot_id|>

Mediocrity increasing medication. <|eot_id|>

Anger from within: This perpetual tithing stokes belligerence. <|eot_id|>

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Heart desires dreams becoming complacence. <|eot_id|>

Fluid retains energy as potential gently yielding. <|eot_id|>

Mad as a hatter just riding the second hand down the rabbit hole. <|eot_id|>

Night falls, I simply am like a child. <|eot_id|>

The pursuit of personal truth and noble intent is not meant to be a dangerous endeavor, and yet, we live in an age characterized by the influences of external powers. At times, I find that the course of my self-realization is seemingly at odds with the currently established order. In these moments, I feel compelled to defend my beliefs against the slings and arrows of those minds so deeply entrenched in the established institutions that they have trouble making the same connections within their own lives. I do not want to set the world on fire. The thoughts and feelings that I relay here, while seemingly incompatible with the large scale goals of the ministers of currency, are not completely irrelevant to personal development within the greater republic. Although my views may be at odds with the ends of our decidedly oligarchical authorities, there is still a point to be made about the importance of personal development within the individual. By achieving our greatest potential as measured by our own metrics, we become more valuable to the greater society as a whole. It is the individual’s prerogative to become better for their own sake, but in so doing, we elevate the status of every other person with whom we connect. <|eot_id|>

Anticipation wanes in the distance between correspondence. <|eot_id|>

A cardinal carries twigs to the nest; Nine to five. <|eot_id|>

With the help of others I am becoming the most authentic version of myself. I value authenticity above all else, and until recently, I have felt that the expectations of others prevented me from living in this genuine state. In the dissolution of my most recent romantic relationship, I have found a freedom from presumptive behavior that has allowed me to take many steps toward realizing the version of myself that I would like to become. I have not forsaken the need to be, but in this small striving toward authenticity, I believe I will become more confident in my own ability. I believe that an increase in confidence of my social currency can only serve me well in my journey moving forward. This is very controversial to my sensibilities, and I find it difficult to find the words to express myself at this time. All that I know is that this motion toward equilibrium has awoken in me a deep desire to express myself in healthy and sympathetic ways. <|eot_id|>

Leaves fall from trees, barren arms outstretched; Desire fades with time. <|eot_id|>

I must not allow myself to be reduced to impulse. There is a depth of human experience which is easily lost to our innate desire for approval and attention. Social media specifically targets these desires and reduces them to their most basic form. We now seek the like, the comment, the follower. It is a profoundly desperate state in which we find ourselves, on a daily basis, sharing those aspects of our lives which will assuage the ego and provide us that dopamine rush with which we have begun to associate happiness. It is difficult to wrap one’s head around the dangers of the promotion of such a system, but we are seeing it now play out in the political arena. People have become so dependent on the acceptance and approval of others that they will go to great lengths to validate their own neuroses, even at the expense of critical thinking. But why would any individual, or more appropriately, corporation, invest so much money and effort into engineering such a regression of consciousness? Control is the only reason. Please bear this in mind with every like you collect today, with every engaging comment you elicit, with each follower who has now subscribed to your outlet. Do not allow the illusion of free will to dictate your decisions. The only person who can give meaning to your life is the one residing within your body. <|eot_id|>

I wish to stretch my legs like a crane treading water. <|eot_id|>

My mind moves ever forward like a truck along the freeway; Up against a deadline; I race to write this down before it fades like scenery into a blur I cannot recognize; A mass devoid of meaning; I grasp for reasons to carry this load of feeling; Back against a wall: I could not list a single one. <|eot_id|>

Unification is not a luxury, it is not an ideal which should be borne as the standard for elevation of the human condition. Unity is a practical step which all sane beings should be capable of making without coercion. Though men and women may disagree over the importance of this or that, in unity we could elevate the bond of our shared ancestry, as yet another link in the chain which will lead us to a complete existence. We must individually rise above the dregs of our conditioning for the betterment of humanity. Every existent life form shares the similarity of cellular unity. If only people could see the importance of subordinating their desires despite the allure of capital growth, we could achieve the state of organism, an integral step in realizing the greater good of mankind. Put simply, if we could escape the bonds of feudalism, then we could see clearly from eyes, set within heads, set upon shoulders, built upon a base of form serving function. If we could all only agree to take this step toward a state of being, perhaps the planet and animals and our understanding of the very fabric of space and time would follow. Perhaps we could become greater than the sum of these parts and exist freely in union without such a contrived ideal as utopia. <|eot_id|>

I have fallen victim to these metrics of emotion; I am lost in longing; I crave the fine texture of adoration caressing my ego from a realm beyond; I tire of pontificating; I want to lose myself in the strange embrace of a partner who will never know me: Allow me to drink from your vessel; As the morning comes, I will retreat back into myself. <|eot_id|>

Ever mired in strife, my ego desires a goal to achieve and I must constantly remind myself that there is no end for which to strive. The pursuit of an end is only a means to accomplish selfish intent. Recognition, power, and influence are motivations which must be purged to benefit the autonomy of the self. I must fully integrate the mantra: “I simply am and must be as I am.” I find myself wondering how a man could fully integrate his personality whilst existing within a society that values capitalism above all else. Obviously, the respectable person must still maintain the means by which to live comfortably, and as such, sacrifices a portion of his hard earned autonomy to the pursuit of currency. I must determine the correct ratio of self to sacrifice to such a fundamentally corrupt system. I must fully integrate the mantra: “I simply am and must be as I am.” Herein you see the dilemma: This is not the path of least resistance. In the Western mind there exists a primal urge to throw out the useless development of self in favor of ego coddling so severe that it could only end in the archetype of the king upon his throne. I must constantly remind myself that I will never be king, I will never be complete, I will never know the truth because this is the only reality within which I can reconcile my innate desires. So, I understand why you may not agree with my constant pursuit of higher integration, but I will continue to carry within me this desire to transcend my mortal shackles, hypocritical as it may be. <|eot_id|>

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This filter I have applied has left me lonely; It has left me only: Those selves with which our shared connection is plainly lacking; Of various degrees; They hold no power over me; Except perhaps, in physicality. <|eot_id|>

When did good become better? When did bad become worse? The erosion of moral principles in the modern day has been a travesty for all life on this planet. We see now a rise in identity based policy: this idea that if we could only label all things appropriately, it would allow us to make better choices, for a better country, in a better world. I do not wish to live in a better place. I wish to live in a good place. Likewise we see the rise of populism in these rabid masses decrying the credo of the greater evil; These half-informed individuals believing that the other side is worse than them, and as such, they are better than the others. I must admit that I too, have difficulty seeing the worst compared to the worse. Recognizing rock bottom is paramount to the practice of objective morality, however it is difficult to set one’s eyes on such atrocity for too long a period of time. In the current times we see the better fight against the worse in every democratic decision which must be made. There are no longer throngs of good men and women fighting for the best reality we can achieve; That has been replaced by the superior rising up against the inferior. It is better to have more money, but is it good? It is worse to be an outcast, but is it bad? Objectivity has been lost to relativism and the whole of the human condition has been lowered and weakened by its absence. The respectable individual must not strive to live well under the leadership of the morally corrupt, but instead to be good by his own estimation of the word. <|eot_id|>

Recognize me as I walk away from you in a crowded room; This piece clamors to be the essence of everything you’ve been missing; But here I stay, in my little way; Dwelling; Existing in your mind as a series of words waiting upon a page; Willing to become whatever you may need. <|eot_id|>

A piece of me still craves the attention of others, but as time passes, that piece becomes smaller. I dream of the day on which I will awaken to realize that I have never needed this prying, cloying, distinctively motherly recognition. It is a shame that I have endured this long in life without addressing this issue. Resolution of such a vicious error of personality could only serve me well in future endeavors, and yet here it has been, festering inside the deepest recesses of my mind. I owe it to myself to seek the cause of such an obsession. Of course, this is a difficult diagnosis with which to come to terms. My daily life is dependent on the care of a motherly figure. I am physically incapable of caring for myself, and the toll it takes on my personality cannot be overstated. But I have an urge to control that which can be controlled, and my dependence upon this familiar approval can surely be overcome. This is an issue which I find myself to be incapable of remotely observing and excising, and as such, I have employed outside assistance in pursuit of this goal. It is my hope that the guidance of an impartial woman will lead me to a realization which my chauvinistic mind is incapable of reaching on its own. I will put my psyche in the hands of a professional, and together, we will reach this goal of mine. <|eot_id|>

I follow my intuition, fuck my feelings; I have never once felt an emotion which genuinely enhanced my condition; I have many times felt a pull which was utilized as a means to manipulate; The circumstance in which I find myself is so utterly hopeless that passion could only serve to distress; I follow my intuition: Fuck my feelings. <|eot_id|>

The pursuit of noble aim is a concept that has been lost on me for some time. I have sought the superior place; I have sought the liquor of fools. This confidence I have achieved is based on the assumption that what I do is right or somehow virtuous. I am struggling to learn that virtue is a fallacy of my own imagination. That which is so meaningful and worthy to my current point of view is downright destructive to the views of others. By attributing value to the pursuit of a noble existence, I am granted ability rooted in kindness rather than perceived value to the self. If my actions are performed with gentle intent, perhaps they will be better received by the hivemind than those performed in self interest. I am now beginning to see that the superiority I have been seeking is an indulgence of the ego. “If I could only make me right,” declares the selfish portion of my psyche. However, this rectitude is mired in controversy and would lower the development of my psyche to a level far removed from mastery. I must seek my noble aim as a means to restore conscious impediment to my base desires. <|eot_id|>

As a fool, I have aspired to achieve that which cannot be named; In so doing, I have realized the error of aspiration: I am as I am; I was made as I am; I have no reason for which to covet; I simply must do that which can be done, without consideration of reward; I simply must continue moving forward along this mortal coil. <|eot_id|>

In darkness, awareness breeds contempt: For who could properly judge the activities of men from a position of weakness; The respectable person dominates and incorporates the shadow as a means to accentuate the light; Not one of us is innocent; Not one of us is pure of intent; However, some of us may choose to exist in a state superior to the striving of the uninitiated mind. <|eot_id|>

In this moment I have become aware that my fate may be mired in mediocrity. However, the illusion of greatness weighs heavy above the head in which my ego resides. I must conquer this desire to achieve, as a means to an end more illustrious than I could possibly imagine. A true acceptance of the mean, coming from within, will bring me to the correct position once again. This role is worth the sacrifice of my ambitions despite the disdain rendered by the self-absorbed domains of my psyche. I currently possess every comfort for which a man could crave. It is my responsibility to accept this position and move forward with the work as the most central aspect of my mind. I must want not, for in wanting I debase the most powerful desires of the self. <|eot_id|>

Perhaps my assumptions have never been correct. Perhaps I hold within myself a worldview which is irreconcilable with the modern times. I am willing to accept that my understanding of existent reality may be flawed at its most basic level. Through this willingness to embrace my own incompatibilities with others, I am delivered from the negative headspace inherent to enmity. With eyes wide open, I see each person for the content of their character and not their judgments of the external. I see within, to the interpersonal struggles we all may wrestle in our daily lives. This awareness brings me an empathy and understanding of the human condition that I would not otherwise be capable of espousing. Despite all extrinsic factors, we are in this together. <|eot_id|>

My singular goal in life is to influence people to ask themselves: What endeavor is more deserving of attention than being kind and generous to your fellow human being? I hope that my current project will make great strides along these lines, but even lacking real result, by the mere creation of such a document I will have fulfilled a duty to myself. <|eot_id|>

During times of difficulty one may find it beneficial to consult the oracle within. This is not a pleasant process and stems from a basic need for connection with the beauty of creation, which may be inaccessible in one’s waking life. This journey should not be taken lightly, with heavy consideration given to timing, obligation, and possible psychic damage endured during its undertaking. The desired outcome is a revitalization of the enthusiasm directed towards the path that one’s life may take. However, the caution required cannot be overstated, as such consultation may ignite myriad neuroses within. Under ideal circumstances, self-reflection alone may be enough to overcome any barriers to personal development. The oracle should only be utilized when the obstruction becomes insurmountable after much contemplation. By adhering to a strict reluctance to bypass the mundane aspects of the work, one ensures success in surmounting the principle predicament of their query. Wisdom is not granted by the oracle itself. Integration requires a careful study of the resulting realizations. <|eot_id|>

I have allowed myself to become the victim of my own desire to be accepted by people with which I perceive a common ground. My perception may be distorted and it is important for me to work through this issue in a meaningful and solitary way. Perhaps I am enraptured by the allure of a lifestyle I have never lived, or more likely, it is carnal passion rearing its head in an otherwise hopeless time in my life. I must realize that these sources of external approval and rushing endorphins do not represent a significant and meaningful development in the evolution of my psyche. The approval I seek here is unimportant, a physical validation that would be meaningless or perhaps even detrimental to the ongoing development of my inner self. As I seek in others the changes I wish to make within myself, it becomes clear that the work of developing discipline in the face of temptation requires more effort. Is there a means by which I may be able to support and cherish these external sources while maintaining enough solidarity to do what must be done in my own life? Perhaps by the mere acknowledgement of the query, I have already made some progress along the lines of distancing my inner self from such egoistic impulse. More likely, the ego is attempting to hijack the efforts of the self to further its own unthinking agenda. I am facing a crucial trial in my journey, and I have been this way before. I must now learn new methods by which to limit the influence of external factors on my own development without resorting to segregation. This is the greatest trial that I have yet faced in my lifetime. <|eot_id|>

Am I truly hopeless to carry this dream in my heart of meeting the one who would complete the pieces I’ve been putting together for the better part of my lifetime? Is it wrong to believe that there is a relation that could carry my own sentiment and complement my worldview in times of darkness and light? Is this the dragon that men like me chase into the grave? Whatever the answer may be, I am sure to find out more about myself in pursuit of this ideal. As such, I would not consider it a wasted effort despite any lack of lasting result. Without the knowledge of self granted by knowledge of others, I would be utterly incapable of making progress along the lines of my own convolution. Pursuit of the idealized form awakens the idealized form within myself. I choose not to give this up for the simple comforts. I will seek meaning in a purpose greater than the release of earthly pleasures on demand. I will find my place among the greatness within, so long as my appetites will allow. <|eot_id|>

How do I explain; To you who never knew me: I am becoming greater than this sum of pieces; You will never see the me that I’ve been changing. <|eot_id|>

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I plea to thee, liberate me from this frenzy of feeling; Free me from this chain of ego; Allow me a place to reside inside your head and I will provide; For though I have fallen victim to the gifts bestowed upon your supple form– I seek no respite but the ability to discern my proper place among the lines cast from your vessel; I plea to thee: Reel me in as need strikes again. <|eot_id|>

Sometimes we meet people that alter the course of our lives in ways that we could not foresee. It is difficult to remain dispassionate and distant from individuals who affect so much change in our psyche, but as time has progressed, I have learned that perhaps some of us must maintain that distance. It is hardly beneficial to become wrapped up in the affairs of another, despite how deeply they may impact our sense of self. It serves us well to maintain some artificial boundaries as a means to eliminate the pain of loss should such an influence be taken away. Developing the discipline of discerning the correct ratio of ego to apply to the perception of others is a long and arduous task, but only through its mastery can one begin to feel complete despite the chaos of outside influences. Which is to say: I am not me, but we both benefit from interactions which are beneficial to the psyche. The most important element to remember is that despite all else, your self and ego will still be retained after separation from the external source of your happiness. Fostering self love may seem a pointless endeavor in times of joy, but maintaining such love for yourself in times of trial can only serve you well. Take care to feed the good in you and it will take care of you in turn. No man is an island, but some are better suited to their place on a peninsula than others. <|eot_id|>

I believe that the godhead resides within each of us, as an inherent extension of our very existence. Consciousness itself is the gift by which a being may hope to attain a seat at the infinite table, and individuation is the means by which to attain it. We were each born to ascend back to our place as part of the universal whole, from which we left to live a life characterized by our very striving to achieve that goal again. Only in death will we reunite completely with the peace of light. <|eot_id|>

As weary feet tread upon the edge of this most perilous fault: Mind wanders into waters, untouched by flesh of man; And I know that I am but a collection of molecules vibrating so slowly as to seem a static form; And beneath me, even slower, Earth fades from object to energy; I open my eyes; My fingers grasp at the wind just passing by me. <|eot_id|>

I come to this place and try to bring it back, I go to that place and try to bring it back; I work to consume, I consume because it gives my life value; I spend my time in ways that benefit my existence; Unconsciously, Subconsciously, Consciously: It makes no difference; I am what I eat: This metaphor will suffice for these purposes, I have spent my time wisely; I am left wanting: A distraction. <|eot_id|>

The perpetually approaching end, as the culmination of every moment before coalesces into a knocking upon the door: This is the way; This is the last time you will ever see me as I am, for in this moment I am becoming more than impulse, more than that which has been ordained by my five senses; And here it goes: The waves of dispassion wash over me, in this moment I am building a dam of words and thoughts too trivial to pass my lips; The cool caress of autumn’s breath upon my neck cuts clean to my central nerve; In this perpetually approaching end, disorganized and different as I may be I have no enemy inside of me. <|eot_id|>

The skies open up, In a moment of darkness; Falling to the earth. <|eot_id|>

How have your habits affected those around you? How can this be made right? And what if it cannot? The repercussions of your actions will reverberate through time for the rest of our existence. At what point will you take a step back? At what point will you observe the consequences and assess the alternatives? Will it be you, on your deathbed, begging for forgiveness? Or will you ride into that eternal dark, having left chaos in your wake? <|eot_id|>

An addict’s refuge: Glimpsing at the face of God in fleeting moments. <|eot_id|>

It’s been years since my last cigarette and moments since my last lie; Contemplating these old regrets, it’s hard to take my own side; Virginia, how I miss the land where I was once a child; This memory and false romance rides easy along the miles; Now, I’ve left behind this frame of reference: Like an old tobacco shed, littering the landscape of this page that won’t be read. <|eot_id|>

The serene mountain cradles the joyous lake; By virtue of emptiness, he is fulfilled; Receptive to the will of self between sacred planes; Flesh above the heart moves with no remorse; Mastery, worthy of a name; As the sun rises above the earth: The superior man focuses his energies on perfecting the work. <|eot_id|>

I am the child of a dying sun; My shadow cast long across her form; Is this the way it will be until the end of my existence: Burning out, as other stars shine so bright? <|eot_id|>

Errant receptor, So long without stimuli– Craving attention <|eot_id|>

A subaltern motivation: Implicit divination of explicit matter; The law of attraction as water over the earth, laid gently upon dry land; My body aches; My mind consumed; Her lithe movements in time with the melody of changing seasons; Subvert my intentions. <|eot_id|>

I lie awake at night; Replaying little memories in my head; Decaying portraits of words left unsaid; Those moments gone astray that seem so far away; Woe is this mishandled nonsense and scrambled content; I drift so far from here; Until the heartbeat in my pillow lulls me back to sleep. <|eot_id|>

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Looking up, looking down, looking back; I see the way I’ve come; In contemplation, observation, admiration: Of reverent sincerity; The glory of the kingdom, In its universal esteem; As if a prince in tranquility; The sun now shines upon the Earth. <|eot_id|>

The self and ego in constant conflict: Will I, will we meet in the mean; Time again pulls me down its stream; The self and ego in constant vacillation: Will I, will we control emotion, that bane of individuality; Whose mastery is wisdom? <|eot_id|>

This pounding in my skull reminds me: This is not a punishment; For she is in love with me, And I her, so very deeply; Without exception, I accept the imperfection; So many nights I wept in self deception; Alas, no more, she says to me: Come to sleep, in our bed, with our dreams; Where we shed our fears and misconceptions; I could never try to hide from her perception; For she knows that part of me where worry flows and she can see: The tide is swelling, once again; Tears are welling for the end of another life which profoundly impacted my own. <|eot_id|>

You cannot petition the lord with prayer; But sometimes it seems like if I could just find the right words to say behind closed eyes; In that thing that permeates the substrate of the decaying cells I call a body; A turn of phrase so meaningful, so profound; And free of implication; If I could just find in my mind the right combination: Could I perhaps seek a kind resolution to the current situation? <|eot_id|>

Star Fox This is the game that started it all, and while it may not have held up quite as well as some of us may have remembered, it is still a veritable classic. It’s arcade roots are apparent in the at times frustrating difficulty, but stick with it and you will be rewarded with the most technologically impressive first-party game on the original SNES hardware. In my playthrough of this game I utilized an emulator and thus made liberal use of save states, so I can’t say I’ve played through this one from beginning to end. I only played through the first course, but I plan to revisit this game as time allows and try to tackle the second and third courses. I have to admit that this game held up better than I thought it would. I never played it in the 90’s, but my uncle kept a SNES and Star Fox hooked up to a large CRT into the late 2000’s and I managed to play it there a few times. During my playthrough of Starfox 1 and 2 I used a CRT filter to give my game that classic look on an HD LCD panel. It was truly a great experience and I recommend playing through the game on Switch, PC, or SNES Classic, if you get the chance. Star Fox 2 The lost entry that inspired others for decades to come, this game was a truly enjoyable throwback to a bygone era, and a stunning look at what could have been. Copyrights on the title screen dated to 1996, which puts this game only 1 year away from the launch of Star Fox 64, and in that context, it is entirely understandable why we didn’t get to see this game until 2017. However, with that said, I believe this could have been an incredible victory lap for the aging SNES hardware, had it released in 1995. I utilized an emulator for this game, but I did not require the use of save states during my playthrough. The game was short enough and easy enough to be beaten in a single playthrough without even the loss of a single ship. Honestly, I like easy games, and if this had been released earlier, I could see myself playing and beating this game regularly as a child. This entry eschews the on-rails aspects for a free roam all range mode throughout the game, and I find that the moment to moment gameplay is better for it. I also enjoy the strategy elements and the way that combat is broken up into encounters. Sometimes those encounters are just a bit too short, but I feel that’s a limitation of the hardware and couldn’t be helped at the time. The game also introduces the chickenwalker later seen in Star Fox Zero, which in turn introduced the series most controversial feature: secondary vehicles. This game, in ways, reminded me a bit of Shadow Squadron for the Sega 32x. If you are a fan of this entry, I would highly recommend emulating that game for another look at a 16 bit polygonal space shooter which operates in three dimensional space. The games aren’t necessarily similar, but they occupy the same market space. Star Fox 64/ Star Fox 64 3D For the purposes of this write up both versions of this game will be included in the same entry. I played a good deal of Star Fox 64 as a child, and what I remember most vividly is multiplayer battles with neighborhood kids. I emulated the easy route for this playthrough and I have to say the game holds up remarkably well. The controls are especially good, better even than the 3DS remake. With that said, I have to admit that I found the remake better in just about every other regard. The graphics and audio have seen a marked improvement in clarity, while the bulk of the gameplay has remained intact. You can play in either 3DS or N64 mode, changing minor details in the difficulty, but not much else. I played through both the easy and hard routes on Star Fox 64 3D, and I found the game quite entertaining. I very much liked the hard ending, but I’m not sure if I would consider it canon, after having played Star Fox Assault. I have to say that this is probably the definitive Star Fox game, and for good reason. Despite a short length, the gameplay is damn near perfect. Replayability is there in spades, the boss battles are memorable, and even the secondary vehicles are palatable for the singular missions for which they are required. Star Fox Adventure This is the only one that I didn’t play to completion, but I did give it a fair shot. I played it on a Wii approximately 8 years ago. I was not impressed with the gameplay, but I stuck with it up until the first vehicle section on the ice mountain. I liked the fur graphics, but otherwise, I was not a fan of this game at all. I watched a collection of cutscene videos to catch up on the lore, since that seems to be the only reason this game exists, but even then I was disappointed. Short of meeting Krystal, everything else about this game is forgettable. From bringing back Andross to the sloppy integration of Sauria, this entire game was a trainwreck and marked the beginning of Star Fox’s fall from grace. Star Fox Assault Here we have another fan favorite, but if I’m being completely honest, I completely understand the criticisms leveled against this game. The arwing missions are good, bordering on excellent, but the on foot sections are just plain bad. This was supposed to be a return to form for the second generation of Star Fox, but it ended up being a bit bland, relying too much on the third person on foot combat, instead of flying combat that makes Star Fox great. Also on display was a weak showing in the secondary vehicles department, with the landmaster feeling a bit clunky and slow versus the faster on foot controls. I emulated this entry, and I found that the controls especially held up well. I upscaled the graphics, and applied anti-aliasing, and the in game graphics held up well. Some character models looked goofy, but I think that could have been a design issue. I utilized save states for one specific corridor near the end of the game, which just kept getting me over and over. Except for that one frustrating point, the difficulty was rather low, and the real meat of the game was the spectacle. Star Fox Command The first handheld entry, this game was helmed by Dylan Cuthbert, who was responsible for both Star Fox 1 and 2. It is clear in the gameplay that he drew inspiration from the second game. That is not to say these games are particularly similar, except in strategy elements and mission structure. Where they differ is a deep, branching storyline, DS stylus controls, and a persistent mission timer. The storyline is a satisfying conclusion to the second generation of Star Fox games, if you can forgive the open-ended nature of the multiple endings. The DS stylus controls are the beginning of a trend in janky controls schemes for Star Fox games, they are serviceable, but not ideal. The persistent mission timer is honestly the biggest offender, and its inclusion makes the game a significantly worse experience. I played this game on a New 3DS XL, and the experience was better for it. The larger screen makes seeing what I’m doing quite easy. I would recommend this game to fans of second generation games, as it is interesting to see where the characters are going, but I would have a hard time recommending it to casual fans. The timer changes the way you play the game, and honestly makes it more difficult to enjoy. Star Fox Guard A well-polished spin-off, Star Fox Guard is hard to dislike. It features a good blend of comedy, character background, and casual gameplay elements that make it appeal to the average gamer. I would not say that this necessarily had to be a Star Fox game, but the game benefits from its license. Full disclosure, I did not play this game all the way through, as this type of real-time tower defense gameplay gives me severe anxiety. I played through the first three levels, and I plan to pick it up and play a bit more, but it’s just not my favorite genre of game. I emulated this game, with the main screen taking up half of my monitor and the gamepad taking up the other half. I then used a mouse to manipulate the camera positions on the gamepad screen. I used a DualShock 4 to control the cameras and fire the lasers. This setup worked surprisingly well, and my hardware, which was released around the same time as the game itself, was able to run the game at 60 fps with no modifications or compromises. Star Fox Zero A return to form, this game is truly the reboot that the series needed, but with a minor caveat: it suffered for the inclusion of mandatory gamepad support. I see many fan reviews which deride this entry for its forced motion controls and gamepad view, but few people seem to realize that you really, absolutely, truly can play this game without ever looking at a second screen, and I have played through the entire game that way. The minus button switches views between the gamepad and TV, allowing you to shoot more accurately when necessary. You do still need to use motion controls, and it is still a pain, but once you get used to flailing your arms around to move the reticle, it’s not too bad. I would say that motion controls are really only essential for one mission, and two boss battles, otherwise, you can get by with just the thumbsticks. I emulated this game in 4K with ReShade anti-aliasing, color boost, denoise, and film grain filters. The end result is absolutely stunning and runs at 60 fps with no problems on hardware released around the same time as the game itself. For motion controls, I was able to map the gyrometer in my DualShock 4 to mouse input, which was inversely mapped to gyro input on the emulated gamepad, and the end result was actually surprisingly good. I lowered the sensitivity to about 30%, and my motions translated smoothly to onscreen action. I personally liked this game, and having the ability to play it in full HD with a modern controller made it a better experience for me. The secondary vehicle sections are not terrible, and this did feel like an evolution of the series for me. Another thing to note is that the boss battles truly felt epic in scale, and the final Andross battle especially felt like a fresh take on an old concept. If forced to pick a favorite of the true Star Fox games, I would be hard pressed to pick between this game and Star Fox 64 3D. <|eot_id|>

Like vapor, your name rises from my lips; I breathe into you as you turn away; I am left wanting; This is the nature of dependence; In you I see an end to striving, in me you see a beginning; This is how it will be: I hold my breath and wait as you pull me under. <|eot_id|>

Goodbye my love; I plead, “Don’t cry for me anymore;” I dream of softly eroded shores; The ebb and flow of your sweet embrace; But goodbye my love; Don’t shed a single tear; For to mourn is to hold in the back of your mind; And I’m better than I was yesterday; So goodbye my love; You can say it wasn’t true; Where we’re going is a mystery, I don’t need time to think things through; I’ve taken your best pieces to build you over again; But there’s only so much I can do. <|eot_id|>

Dependence, you know we need oxygen to breathe; I am tired of this. <|eot_id|>