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B"H against wickedness and cried for the winner when they despoiled me unjustly. Rarely did I relinquish the victory to those oppressive forces that cleave to the earth's magnetic fields. When we stand against injustice, it's a possibility that it will be stopped in its tracks. If not, it's bound to outlive us, and that's not fair to the next generation. Human syste ms are arranged and to assure economic cooperation, political independence, and individua l development. I protest the present-day capitalist who greedily hoards of the spoils of elite forces imposing enslave ment and dependency on the world's population. Hours waiting in line s so that corporations can save on salaries on customer service - agents. Watered down chickens weighed on heavy Styrofoa m plates. Tasteless to matoes, high mortgage and interest rates, and ecological destruction! Not to mention war-conomics at the expense of the taxpayer. Noise and lights' pollution debilitating the dark silence of night time in and of itself a direct invasio n of privacy from within and without the confines of residentia l developments. Family relations and blood relationships , fa milial and neighborly identification with life fades away under the pistons of sociological apprehension about who is what. Here toda y gone to morrow, no intermingling of soul essence. Genetic manipulation, bioge netic beef for sale to carnivores, towers o f boxes designed for human inhabitance are crowded onto lifeless streets, violation of human contact, human e motion bereft o f soul essence; body language, facial communication or verba l expression. The place to be , being eternity is now here, ergo nowhere. Empty space in the air is timeless and filled by essence of awareness sensitivity consciousness wherein I find calm. Here and now I AM. I have e mbarked into space at the expense of seclusion, avoidance of interpersonal circumstances, paranoia, and encompassing a detachment from almost anything distant eve n a short span from my home. I rarely get a reply from the me mbers of my contacts list in our nuclear cyber fa mily; and almost for sure, nobody has ever read my l iterary articulations from cover to cover. The private aspects of one's personage is stored on a database, available to those who hack my present being. On the other hand, it's not necessarily pathetic to realize the ramification of being alone and unknown , even if parameters 291