Antennae 1 and antennae 2 never meet.
Frequently, to intermittently, an energy exchange maintains.
A normality of seasons rises and falls at a different beat.
1 never finished reading the leather bound book.
Priority of what to intel to receive, a botany magazine thrown into the mix.
The isolated expansions of the evolution of the telephone.
The depths of the Art Nouveau.
A whole symphony going under with crates of champagne and a megaphone.
“The bubbles, how long shall the bubbles last?
Until death my dear, until the most excellent time has passed…“
Antennae 1 and 2, keep communicating at a certain pace, the undercurrent between however reaches a different state.
Another tortoise to consider. When energy can create oxygen at another location.
The world change again.
Something forgotten this time, a new betrayal.
What is the seed of the intelligence you let feed you.
To starve or to eat, analyze and critique.
The energy though, it is not good energy.
Either with intake or without, a delusion without anchor in truth.
Such as a government body only existing as a day care centre for wealth pools to bounce off when everything got “too much”, (“a mass death occurred, I had to speed up time to align 100million different people to guise the disarray”).
No agreed law of mathematics to unify, wealth pool 103, only the most basic for the babies who probably needed to cry.
Just a continued federation of “possibility”, such as a crocodile tongue factory under the sea…