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Maneuvering this Literary Journal
I must blaze my own trail to my perspective as an elderly citize n
of the early twenty first and old -timer of the 20 t h Century, there is
vital need for such as pertains to those who m have become elderly.
In the present era, people generate Hydroponic vegetation;
engineered genetically to resist infestation, deco mposition, fed
synthetically, never exposed to rain or wind, and never tastes the
ground. Like them, those who m consume them have lost the taste
intrinsic to their human experience. The industrial age had it all
wrong. By supplanting the need for human labor, the culture
merchants have absolved the human race of the need to work in
cooperative efforts. We are readily disposable, and we have no
reason to maintain a healthy state of mind and body. The
seemingly most difficult aspect of aging is a person thinking he or
she could face death unbeknown to anyone for days afterward . It
is imminently imperative for one to develop cultural aspirations,
among them literature and art, both possible if one has writing
utensils and paper. It is a principle of human existence the e lderly
get plenty opportunity for creative productivity.
In the litera ry arts, an author will stimulate literal impressions
so a reader is transported to the place when the event portrayed.
One must reconcile himself to the number and placement of the
"viewpoints," where parallel lines appear to continue as a
singularly unified line that ends up as a dot gradually declining
into empty space where in white light prevails. The dimension that
truly defines perspective is an imagined motion of energy waves
that transfer stimuli to specialized areas of our brains. Cessatio n
of their proximity implies incommunicability between them and
our soul essence, as commonly stated: "Out of sight, out of mind. "
I feel that a message that merits expression can signal a veri table
truth that ascend beyond a conception of time, something like
lasting until eternity. Our me mories are disposed to spend time
creatively, and keeping record of these accounts on my PC creates
within me, the feeling that I AM a bridge expanding over a
vastness to the "WE ARE" that connects individuals. I live to share
the sight of all united forever as one.
This very morning I contemplate what I a m when I look out fo r
number one. How shall the me mory thereof be shared; self is a
disposable co mmodity whereas giving life traverses every give n
point in time unto the furthest reaches of the universe. Only fair
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