The basics of existence, or the tree of life.

 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 relief? Can we communicate with anything? Does a tree talk to a bird? Can the night change today? Do we go round and round? Can we sleep and become awake once again? Is Death it? Is everything OK? Is god real? Is he the energy of sunlight? Can god be measured? Can he be awakened? Are we a wheel in a wheel in a spin in a spin? Are we part of something bigger while being smaller? Are we the ocean and the land? Can one become a planet and all there is inside? Is there more life in the human body than on the earth? Can you become a god? Are you a mini-god? Are you a god to your dog? Does life make sense? Are cents in money added up to dollars? Is our sense our value? Do dogs wage their tails as you smile? Why be good? Why be bad? Why hurt any other in any way? Is life small too big? Is the galaxy alive/ Is it a giant organism? Is the universe with galaxies as a town busy with people and other living things? Is there order in the placement of things? Why walk on water if you are water? If a seed and dirt can create a tree, then what is the sun? Is it the environment? Can it grow without the sun? Is its quality more important than its location? Is use more lasting than its design of uses? Why do you walk before you run? Why is there up when it ultimately is down? Are opposites the same thing on a bigger scale? Is math science or science math? Is music noise, or is it an organized sound? Can a male become a female? A female, a male? Could Adom be Eve? Could Eve be Adom? Are the snake's knowledge and his knowledge evil? Do we fear Death, or is it pain we are avoiding? Does everything make sense until it does not? There are eight wheels we know about so far. There is You, me, them, and everyone else. There is all life: minerals to planets, light, good color, etc. All thought and the possibility of thinking thoughts and mind and mine of things. There is a higher power of belief or gods. Like an Atom, it becomes a cell, an organ, and a body of life within a family, a group and race, a population, a way of life within the confines of an environment on a planet in the solar system, a galaxy, a universe in a universe of universes and forever from there. Is an atom a planet? Or is it a seed? A sperm cell? a Sun system, or a life?

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Science, the Transgender Phenomenon, and the Young | Abigail Shrier

A slave called "Horse with no name."

 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 make it and lost my will to live. I wanted to run away and say bye-bye. I was not able to do this because of his works. I had my life saved only by giving away my soul to this alien and his hides. I was a Horse with no name soon to become burnt with a hot iron labled and made his property. I had no hope, no future, and no self left. I dropped my head and went with him everywhere. I became known as lighting I know not why. I was showed and bread. I was a Horse with a name. I was a Slave. My ancestors sang of the days long ago when they were a free race. They had a world of their own and a playground of vast measures. Then without warning, a new race of animals appeared. They were riding other breeds of horses. He followed us and stole our young. We had no defenses except to run further and further away from our homeland. Soon after, We had trouble having young as the females somehow got word of what was in store for their babies. Off we ran again into the unknown and dangerous 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 called Carrolls and rope. I became forced into a tiny space, and a part of another animal draped upon my back. I had a strange shoe put upon my feet.

I was mounted by this alien race and forced to do his will. I would fight and be beaten and abused. Then I realized I would not make it and lost my will to live. I wanted to run away and say bye-bye. I was not able to do this because of his work. I had my life saved only by giving away my soul to this alien and his hides. I was a Horse with no name soon to become burnt with a hot iron labeled and made his property. I had no hope, no future, and no self left. I dropped my head and went with him everywhere. I became known as lighting; I know not why. I was a show breed. I was of a litter pale of color. I was a Horse with a name. I was Lightning, an enslaved Horse—a possession of another animal in another land.  My ancestors sang of the days long ago when they were a free race. They had a world of their own and a playground of vast measures. Then without warning, a new race of animals appeared. They were riding other breeds of horses. He followed us and stole our young. We had no defenses except to run further and further away from our homeland. Soon after, We had trouble having young as the females somehow got word of what was in store for their babies. Off we ran again into the unknown and dangerous 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 called Carrolls and rope. I became forced into a tiny space, and a part of another animal draped upon my back. I had a strange shoe put upon my feet.

I was mounted by this alien race and forced to do his will. I would fight and be beaten and abused. Then I realized I would not make it and lost my will to live. I wanted to run away and say bye-bye. I was not able to do this because of his work. I had my life saved only by giving away my soul to this alien and his hides. I was a Horse with no name soon to become burnt with a hot iron labeled and made his property. I had no hope, no future, and no self left. I dropped my head and went with him everywhere. I became known as lighting; I know not why. I was a show breed. I was of a litter pale of color. I was a Horse with a name. I was Lightning, an enslaved Horse—a possession of another animal in another land.

Are you alive, Are you dead?

   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?

Bipartisan Plan To Launch Third Political Party

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.

The purpose of existence.

 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 one realizes the feeling of blowing in the wind. Existence is everything and then some. No one is lost or insane. It could be off your channel dial. The reason for existence is a much broader search than existence itself. What is known is a teacup full of reasoning. We are so we can be. We are so we can understand, and we know so we can grow. We grow because we are in Constance go. When we stop, we get orders for a new direction as a being of some kind or live rock. Without a rock, you have no mountain. Without a clock no time. Without light know mind.

All life has a purpose. Everything is as it should/could be. Death brings a collapse of what's been built on it. A family crumbles, a wife a widow, a child day less. Daddy, whoever gets a reset and a new go-to, go on. Heaven, as known, is just a resting place while waiting on new orders. There is more unseen than seen. A reason for your existence may never become known to you in any lifetime. If you think you got it hard, try being a rock for a few million years. Or a drop of water in the middle of an ocean. Yet each is in a go pattern. The patterns get smaller and more prominent at the same time. Even a rock can grow moss, be rained on, or be used as a tool by a beast of wonder. There is more action going on, more beings and support groups of things in one body than in a Galaxy. Everything is simply smaller or larger, yet the same. Want to discover this Universe and get a new level of medicine in the Q? That would require a higher level of education and a better generation of children's minds. Our future is not our past but a continuation of the same. When we reach an end, we forget to start a new beginning. Life becomes stale. Others become odd, and the ground we walk on is uncertain. Trust is throughout the window as if others have no might. They do.

Look at the eyes of a newborn watching its mom or dad. It is heaven in the present tense. Time is felt by a feeler, not seen, although it is a predictor of the present. He looks older. He seems wise; he looks untrustworthy. The world as we know it is about to move forward in a new Industrial revolution. When One predicted the last industrial revolution, one could not say I incision a car, train, or rocket fuel. Each brought forth millions of other changes, from the traffic cop to the gas tank cap. But it is going to happen. We must allow this to come about because of our children and their children. We must stop focusing on the past crop of old ways and move once again forward. I see much heather and happier future for humankind as he realizes he is a bigger whole.

We are all in this together. That crying child is the next Einstein and Ford. The followings are John Wayne and W.C. Fields. That teacher in front of your child could have been a brain surgeon saving a few lives a year. Instead, she is molding far more essential resources for all our futures. Yes, we have sickness, abuse, hate, and deception. Let's talk about something other than the government here and now. It needs a serious reboot. This reboot will take time. We need a grand cake baker. An artist and a group of timekeepers. Where do we go from here, Up and out? All of us. Is there a God? They're everywhere.