Then mundacity of it all.  The ame videos, diferent players.  The same wods different speakers.  And a darkness settles over the world.  Yet despite the dakness there is light,  Color magnificent imbuing states with life and life with wonder.  Statues coming alive spealing on behalf of a frozen people in a frozen world.  Fear is the result.  Yet there is hope.Love that summertime swing dance rules the world.  It is an essence of connection and truth.  There beauty strikes out setting base apon base apon base to the greatest stability.  Unsurety of our leaders stagnates the states yet still in remaining love renews the spirit.  Water, it is of a magnanimous flow.  Neither short term nor wordless it effuses light to the geatest end.  With each sep we move closer to our goal slogging uphill yet never resulting in stoppage.  One day I will die.  We all will.  BUt until them I want to be inspired by light the joyous the endless.  Its a transition, death.  Like growth or hope it is endless and I have it in droves despite what others may say.  Fusions fruition fights fractals of friendlessness.  Like the words of the Lor and one will find lovve, the soul a place where the destitute rise up rootless giving roots to the earth tapping her nectar.  It is life; a fish here a fish htere and forever dreaming of a place where the heavens open receiving us.  There pain and doubt and otheers hate is firgotten.  Instead it is alive; fruitful without being overbalanced.  That is love.  It returns at random times