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What is your relationship like to the biosphere and all that we refer to as living and non-living things?

Such complex questions in the life’s mind.

I wish not Bipolarity on anyone, yet so far it seems impertinent to distinguish the point at which life begins.

The virus, by example is not considered alive, but just of a plug in, event or trigger.

The bipolarity or duopolistic force of wills, will lecture endlessly one is the other, or both are the same.

It would be saying, music is not alive, when who doesn’t know the mother’s voice is a life force to the hatching?

The soil is noisy, is perhaps my first introduction to the bio on the sphere, why would I separate these words, perhaps everything shortened is where we began to dismiss the words.

Permanence culture from the living soil. May even be soil-soul, who knows these days how pig Latin wrote the dictates.

Put the soul back in soil?

Put the toil back in labour of love.

Put the *amateur* back to labour and love, trusted of doing good.

It’s a yarn, a weave, the poeisis to not grip too tightly of the ‘definition’ the schooling, the script, the destination in focus while the foundations are slipping.

The madness of love will move an entire mountain, build an entire fleet and likewise forget to ask if humility were available?

Individualism and the super.

The buffoon is a balloon wearing a hat, it pops when the child laughs at his feet, you are very silly Mr and Mrs buffoon, the child cannot lie, it sees the soul not the wallet.

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