Love will win.
Love will win because it transcends winning and losing.
Love will win because the concept is meaningless.
Love will win because meaning is meaningless.
“Beyond right and wrong, good and evil, that is where you find me.”
It is fitting that the world is so binary right now.
We’re riding the S-curve in the middle of a yin yang. We’re the gray dots between the 1s and 0s.
How fitting to be neck and neck. Like two lovers who complete each other’s
Sentences much longer than 4 years runonandonandonandonandon
And the horizon recedes and parts like a sea of reeds.
Love will win because at the heart, the core, the ceur, the cure para mi Corazon, nothing really means what you think it means.
Binary code of binary times; HopefulHopelessHopefullHopelessPanicJoyPanicJoy
The i Ching of the shredded nervous system speaks to the ghost in the machine.
Love wins because it’s the ground of being.
Love is the Planck State.
Love is the space between the paradox.
“When I was a young man I wanted to change the world…”
You know the old saw that has been making its rounds round the internet
Attributed to everyone from MLK to “an Old Monk” to Albert Einstein. But it’s all of us.
He couldn’t change the world so he tried to change his country
Love said think SBMIAGLGLEERR
He couldn’t change his country so he tried to change his town
Love said think SBMIAGLGLEERR
He couldn’t change his town so he tried to change his family
Love said think SBMIAGLGLEERR
He couldn’t change his family so he looked inward.
Love said now you’re getting it.
Because when he looked inward he shined a laser beam into his heart chakra
And it bounced off the parabolic radar dish of his chest concavity and transformed his being
And His being transformed those who crossed His path
And They transformed those who crossed Their paths
Until the world was changed by a crisscrossing lattice-world of love
That would make Indra blush in infinite proregression.
In each permutation of this bejeweled multiverse the message was clear:
Love will lWoIsNe because winning loves
Losing loves winning.
On the head of pins and needles we dance
Hopefully flying the soft-shoe of winged feet.
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