How exactly did this happen? How did I reach this clearness of thought. Like being outside on a hot day but feeling only cool breezes blow past, the harshness of my reality looks more like the tranquilty of time itself. To the left you have the young black men of Winter Park finding harmony in a world of bone and flesh, and on the right you have young white men finding that same harmony with different proportions of the same ingredients. It wouldn't bother me so much except that I know the effects of split racial identities. I know what it is like to feel different and see the progress made in a different light. Wait rewind. We need a better approach.
It makes no difference what color I resemble. What matters is an appreciation of time and space, the all inclusive boundaries. Like being able to weigh two adverse objectives in two hands of the same body, the infinity of our universe only allows for a certain number of contradictions. Call them moments of clarity. Where, despite all the evidence to the contrary, a mere human can see the destruction of time and space and remain in the present. To be a law abiding citizen and still see the expansion of Rome as an expansion of the human heart. My point is that we are living, breathing, enigmas. Distortions of time and it's frequency that folds into a napkin. A metaphor for buddha without the slightest movement or stimulus. Everywhere, all day, we exist to see the contradictions and forget them. We do not need a better approach. This one is just fine. Whatever approach can we take?
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