Public Party; First Definition; What about me?

 What is life? What is living? What is the cause of it all? Why do we do what we do? Why do we know? Why do we go to extremes? Why do we live to have life and want things? To do things, opposite of not doing something? To love hurt or harm each other? Why are you there? Why is there me? a Him her them those others? Other lands, Other locations, Places of wonder, Places of fright. Or Bumps in the night. Is there Death? Was this a life? Is life but a dream, a cause, a sensation, or a way of existence? Is existence life? Is a Planet an atom? Is the environment Eve? Is the wind a motion or the movement of a wave? Why do an egg and a seed make a life? Are a source and the ground like a seed and an egg? Is the location the environment of a family? Are an origin and an egg placed in a family like the location of a tree? It is the sun, moon, and stars like the Mom, dad, neighbors, Grandma, and grandpa. Are laws particles in the wind? Are we alone? Can we continue as we are? Is laughter a r...

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 My ancestors sing of the days long ago when they were a free race. The had a world of there own and a play ground of vast measures. Then without warning a new race of Animal appeared. riding other breads of horses.  He followed us and stole our young. WE had no defences except to run further and further away from our home land.  Soon  after We had trouble having young as the females somehow got word of what was in store for there babies. Off we ran ran again into the unknown and perilous environment of our homelands. Whole groups of our families would vanish without a trace. Then it was me. While enjoying a run along a river bank a group of these aliens surrounded me with weapons unknown and undefendable against called carrolls and rope. Soon I would be hoarded within a tiny space, a part of another animal was draped upon my back. I was mounted by this alien race and force to do his will. I would fight and be beaten and abused. Then I realized I would not going to m...

   Are you alive, and are you dead at the same time?  Are you in the past, or are you in the future? Is it the Now you live for? Is there a now-not? Do you exist? What are you existing for? Are there more types of life in one human body than in the Milky Way Galaxy? Is a galaxy a larger human and the Universe still larger yet? Where did God come from?  Do things go up, and do things go down. Is an Adem a planet and an adem of like kind a system of sorts? Like a muscle is a stytem and a foot a bigger system still?. Why can a Human understand and change a world, a sun system, or a galaxy?   Is religion science? Is science a religion? Can they be wrong?  Is God real? Is he an Only one? Can God be at every level of the game as someone different? Is He an undisclosed science? Is music math in sound or light in motion? Do we live forever and ever?

The single marker for the possibility of creating a third party hinges on the same question of whether there is a third sex or party. With that insanity, we have created thousands of new sex models. All singles are different in some way to any other party except the first two. Male and Female. Democratic and Republician, The two parties  Proven over 250 to work for our model of governance and people.  We are too just and too splintered to be good at it any other way at this time. All voting problems are simple dress codes of different sexualities.

 We do not know the purpose of existence at this time. If one tries to view the entire Universe at once, one becomes confused and fogged out. There are unlimited numbers of Universes. Therefore there is an infinite number of everything. You and I both are infinite. We are anchored to the past and future, trying to discover the new Universe we live threw. Universes appear to start, go, then stop or die or go out to pasture, and We become the anchor point for others searching for the same thing. Why are we? Who are we? How come there is me? Life is one of the billions of movements at any moment. Death does not create an end but a new beginning. We only recall some of this because we do not recall all at once. Or life as we call it. Death by any means is continuing. When one falls for love, he becomes all of it. He is at his entire wondering and possibilities. Then one discovers the limits of the creation one is within. Something being planted in the ground as a tree is limiting until...