You don’t eat additives or preservatives. Find a meat source you trust. Eat some high ORAC foods. Maybe drink some rum or rice vodka.
And keep on keeping on, thinking about sustainable destruction within urban terrains with the complexities of modern services and impact zones. That is the modern infrastructure no longer maintained with hazardous leak potential or critical corrosion within the ebb and flow off changing climates or rather gas leaks themselves. The ongoing maintainence required to any service expected or involved with region geopolitical trade for larger scale peace. Services seemingly suppling what defines human rights being maintained with the complexities and learnings of past errs.
Knowing again anything 1A on the periodic table aligned can be weaponised even as a Lathanoid.
Know if you do not converse with someone face to face and explain actions and avoidances regarding a mutual matter, that is, what has ramifications to yourself, your mutual acquaintance and a larger rhythm of being or finding. Then you shall never be more than an acquaintance or less than that, an echo stuck in a past err.
Yet to meet in the middle have an energy exchange that equates to growth on any matter, verbal or non verbal.
Respect, solace that has gone to the wayside repeatedly in regards of an inability to see the difference in personal or collective experience of operation. Functionality achieved without the need to perform, or does everyone fall in a form of love due to the performance to unify as a romance for solace? When does the performance become a disrepect?
As civilian populations dwindle thus those who can contribute to urban maintenance. As they join companies for income or “security” that can seemingly operate yet not evolve. Stagnating in a performing functionality.
To have objective needs recognised without objectification. That is mainly a non verbal recognition, the seperateness required for togetherness…
The nonverbal as an observation and empathy of difference in experience. To then stem dialogue when there is a communication opportunity without an ongoing abuse of the ability to communicate.
Maybe the pogo stick that a bad man needs stem from isnt a little girl bouncing around on a toy but the mercury being consolidated by pogostemon cablin.
As it has always grown from a certain soil…
And so it goes, this mistral noir.