Archeological Identification Fraud

Excavation begins today.

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The unknown: Previously undiscovered imprints of lives and correspondent thoughts mixed with pockets of volatile gas guarantee a joyride or early Judgment Day. Layers of soil have story. Sturdy elements sucked nourishment from earth’s breast in ancient embrace and grew everything from dysprosium to diamonds yet here goes us, arrested mid-development kids engrossed in digging holes deep enough to reach China, to become adults who call themselves archeologists, advancing theoreticals to lead expeditions and pinpoint places inside lost selves that left clues like they knew we’d be a civilization lost.

Reflection bridges reality.

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The irony: Deconstruction of any foundation segment destabilizes. Insatiable thirst for knowledge to save humanity from itself still a stepping stone removed. One step closer to relegation and a time where the ability to walk upright de-evolves because there is nowhere left to stand. Had we aligned desires in respect of elder vision, we’d arrive at another destination equipped with more reverence for our earth to find a search for answers unnecessary as we sit sipping mountain spring water infused with our own omniscience and no need for questions.

Precision dissection exposes mania

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The bottom line: We are the common denominators that discredit all logical calculation; a sentient species shirking responsibility only to launch full-scale inquiries into the obvious with a PR campaign to show we’re doing something compacted to sub-atomic particles of insignificance. A textbook case of dissociative process while heads remain in asses, neuroses merge en route to psychoses but it doesn’t take rocket science to stop doing things the way they’ve always been done and admit that every earth-bound organism with a finger would flip us one, an indictment of epic proportions since we were not self-certified archeologists after all, only lowered blood pressures and end-of-life heart rates exhuming soil to dig our own graves so...who lost touch with reality? Someone switched the labels.

(Previously published by the author on Simily.com)

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