"The Six," Yep all these planets rotating around each other and throw in a few satellites, rotating around a grand Sun, they all have intelligent life on them, there all different and they all hate each others guts. Booby trap themselves, if one goes they all go, gravity dependent on each other.
And half of it's what you don't see and hear, and never had to, and one day no one will ever have to. They'll live.
Helping without hurting, would it help if you knew you had an investment in the future; your future: Mind travel.
You don't want to fail yourself, or others:judgement, tough nut. You can over do anything. "Oh, are Ego's!" Were all life.
Man: The eternal skeptic, why bother learning if your constantly going to doubt it. Hey! Your somebody, your dumb.
It's easy for man to attract guilt, slows him down (pardon the word) cripples.
What did we become while we became, what we looked up to? Problems. We overcame, It wasn't pretty. We made it. We learned, We passed it on, we helped. Way better then not making it. No complaints.
What will the seers see, have seen? Will see? Who are these seers? Our subconscious for one, really, aliens--will they help? "Oh the physical!" Forget the physical, were not going to make it. Mind travel is where the future's at. Right up to heaven and beyond folks, recharging from the sun's.
When were all finished whacking each other over the heads or at lest take a break, take a good look up, and I mean a really good look.
Mind travel, we clean ourselves off, a little dusting. Hey! Were ready!
"Oh the physical, I prey I'm wrong.
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