Oh, Deja Vu the idea makes you move ever which way. Every moment is a flash. A theory of a programmed rich world, yet how can you do you when you could say your world won’t do. All things are conditioned. All chain events. Perpetually moving through your programmed state. Nothing is yours. You’re interdependent. You’re self aware yet pieces come together showing you the way. Your senses, deep in the ruins of duality, a choice, a condition through your immovable state. Recede into the unknown towards an ever changing discovery, so you can be made new, what do you do, you carry the day only to play with fate with faith that you’re making your own self-made way.

Let’s continue