A Lion resting by a sacred tree with his kill
FOR 4 LAWS ONCE BROKEN

FOR 4 LAWS ONCE BROKEN
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Very few can choose to un-see what they have once seen
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To un-hear what they have once heard.
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To un-read what they have once read.
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To un-feel what they have felt.
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To forget what they once thought and believed.
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Such gifts and curses can never be truly returned!
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Once the eagle wills to fly,
They have already flapped their wings.
And a storm is manifest in some far distant future.
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Once a thought is known,
It can never be destroyed.
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Once Lion has roared
The prey cannot be unshaken and ever feel quite the same, ever again.
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Once the sacred ox is killed,
And the loud noise of its pain made real.
That kill has been forever made.
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Such gifts and curses can never be truly taken back!
Such gifts and curses can never be dispelled with only a mere demand.
Such gifts and curses can never be truly returned!
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Because their shadows, ripples and stains mark us all forever!
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A Lion resting by a sacred tree with his kill
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His killed dwarf oxen corpse lays by his side at the foot of the sacred tree
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This Dwarf Ox was once considered a bad creature of sorts, by some.
But the lion did not care.
So, now this delicious dwarf ox has been sacrificed to this lions will, and hunger.
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An Eagle Dares to sit close by on an old carved stone
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The ancient tree looks on
This old tree has a cobra, an old drum and a candle in is branches
It never mattered why.
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A skull and a white Datura metel flower rest in its eaves
It never mattered how
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And a crescent moon shine’s down upon them all.
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A can of soup is not soup
It was never soup
It will never be soup
Only the cans contents are soup!
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We ALL obsess over the why and the how and all the different labels
Instead of the real meanings.
Instead of the contents.
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There are more than a billion legends
From over a billion years
Each fragmented into a billion fragments and meanings
And each of these has a billion version of the truth
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All of them signify one single meaning.
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The truth is just itself
The truth, the lion, the eagle and the ox own none of us anything.
It does not care any more than a mindless mountain does.
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One truth
One meaning
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And for each of us, all…
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…The News is NOT good!
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FLIPPITY FLOP!
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WHAT IF THE HUMAN RACE WAS NOT SO SHIT?
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(A counterpoint to my own most common argument!)
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My most common argument usually revolves around how innately crap our entire species is.
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But here is a counterpoint.
(Although it will not seem like it at first).
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In “Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets”
There is a super lovely peaceful race,
But the humans are shit bags!
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In “Avatar”
There are some lovely big blue aliens.
BUT again, the human is acting like their predictable shit bag selves!
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ET
Yet again,
Nice Aliens.
Deeply crappy self-serving humans.
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There are a load of examples of sci-fi and fantasy writers holding an “Ugly mirror of truth” to our whole species, doing their due diligence by warning us about who we are!
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This does Not sound like much of a counterpoint so far!
Does it?
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But here is the counterpoint I promised.
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Those same writers,
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Those talented writers that showed us our rancid souls,
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Those mere flawed human minds,
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Dreamed and created the,
Super lovely peaceful race in “Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets”
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They created the,
Lovely big blue aliens in “Avatar”
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They created
ET!
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They all created these lovely idyllic fictional races to populate their world and make their stories.
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A mere flawed, shitty like all the rest of us, mere human mind thought of all these!
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And if we can dream it.
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Then we can all become it!
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If we can imagine such a race, society or alien philosophy,
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Then we must also have the potential, somewhere deep, Deep DEEP down, to become such a wonderful thing!
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And That!
Ladies and gentlemen are my counterpoints to my own most common argument.
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That is why I keep screaming at both myself and the world too,
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Be, Dream and Become better, than we all are!
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Right Body,
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Right Mind,
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Right Thought,
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Right Deed,
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Changeth the heart of all Humankind,
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. . . Well, that, and cholesterol!
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SHMOO!
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Ross E Fortune Lombardi
Writer and Artist.
A (Constantly Failing To Be Funny) satirist!
Mutare non est meum
Cantus moriar
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