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Deep Thought in Suffix- ion

I sit here in isolation, deeply wondering about our creation. All these uncontrolled and tyrannous thoughts reign over a monarchy in my large cerebral nation. They invade my head, then colonize and segregate all of my reconciliations; thus inflicting me in an all out war for my mental emancipation!

My eyes are open and they proceed their aberrations therefore my brain sorts new ideas as it begins it's accumulations, And now I begin to gain questions about the nature of these fascinating speculations. My mind roams fast and I tend to ask if it's all a fictionalization, if everything I know is in-and-of my own imagination. Is everyone, every thought, and everything just a piece of my intellectual formations? Was everything created in my giant fictitious world-building—universal-station?

What does it all mean and how do I get an honest confirmation?
Tell me, I'm not the only one, not the creator, but the creation.
Give me a convincing and very factual revelation! Tell me, what is truth or opinion if someone obtains a surreal realization? Who is God? Why is there so many religions, plus rules, and regulations? Is there life after death? How do I keep from a hell's damnation? Bring me to a Buddhist temple or to an Islamic region, or explain to me the concept of Reincarnation, and what in the world is this thing we call patience? I want to know now! Tell me now! Please someone, give me peace and salvation!

All of these unanswered questions are feeding my extreme starvation, I'm covetous for discernment, and craving divination. I want knowledge for knowledge sake; give me a large education! I want to practice and write philosophies with new observations, for knowledge is power, and boosts ideations. Our minds should be filled with space for more intellect, not empty ignorant-reservations. Ignorance, benightedness, and unawareness are, in my opinion, putrid, repulsive, and give me strong irritations. Grow up and start asking questions, ignorance is bliss, but it also blocks our manifestations. It's an excuse to be simple and be fast with accusations, and an example of stupidity in today's common appellations.

Ignorances, like children, have profound innocence in their reputations, yet children soon grow up to learn reality's authentications. Ignorance is a malignant cancer of your psyche that attacks the minds' fundamental foundations. It contrasts right from wrong and big to small in a lie called immunization. It's a spreading practice everyone is becoming familiar with; defying rules because we don't know they exist, It's only a mitigation! Ignorance, stupidity, and insanity are becoming an excuse, a story, or a vindication, ignorance in court is even being used as wrong-doing's justification.

We know what we are doing; breaking laws for the thrilling sensations, then bending the rules to fulfill our needs and misusing ignorance to form our explanations. We should own up to our faults and realize that we are showing the younger ones unruly representations. We know right from wrong but we show a lack in desire to have any form of considerations, and the last thing we want is a personal confrontation. We hold a lack of accountability in our congregations, which means more problems for the hands of our future generations.

Times are changing and there will be the rise of new children from fortifications, the ones that will lose all of our morals and most of our ramifications. They'll soon forget chivalry and won't have any concept of conservation. They'll destroy government and politics and spread-wide our populations. And it won't be their fault either, we are to blame for their desolation. All we can do now is try to improve all together, this world, and bring it purification.

I ponder these perplexities often as my eyes gaze at constellations, or when I'm witnessing reverse and forward discriminations, or when I study great philosophers like Leonardo Divinci and all of his subordinations. They changed the world with their paintings, science, philosophies, and their mathematical equations. And I wish nothing more than to at least one day compare to their effectuations.

I ask a plethora of questions like philosophers back then and I find a plethora of answers, they help me build and shape new orientations. I expand my intellect and broaden my contemplations. I stay far from ignorance, and always accept education. I use logic and fact together and I always, always love new information. If I could only show people their true implications. If wisdom ruled the earth and fueled our creations.. Maybe, just one day, my mind might get a nice vacation.
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