Slo Poke; get over!
But where?
Have you not known, have you not heard.
In the Books of Isaiah 48:21. When are you going to humble oneself. To gather more understanding. Of what is Up are going Down.
In a world. We tried to reconfigure. The original design; of Infrastructure. Created prior to the existence of mankind.
Slo Poke. Catch up. There is nothing that has not been done. Under the Sun.
In a world. There is these; mechanicals. In US. Moving at a pace. The mind can't predict. The hour. No man saw coming.
Slo Poke. What are you up to now? Trying to steal Time. To gather another thought. Knowing; we had over generations. To preserve mental & physical notes.
Who read the story; Tortoise & The Hare.
It was funny, thinking the Tortoise was the joke. Until the Hare, faced the reality; after taking a nap. Realizing the race; was won by that slow Tortoise.
Once again move over, slide under. Walk through. Speak up. Talk down. Slide over. Are continue in Humping; around.
Why not?
Wiggle out of that box. To not read is clueless. But to depend on the knowledge of AI. Is to walk away without; ones own understanding. Without clarity. Where will the information be gathered then applied?
Because it's all been done. Under the sun. And the takeaway. Is it was never; about what happened was. But what got left; behind & left undone.
The real work. Required on oneself.
Once again, Slo Poke.
What lesson. Are we all on. Because for every lesson learned. Are not. There has been a test. For every student & a Teacher. Of what brings out. The best in; our weakness & strength.
But only if we know. If our levees, are bent. If not broken.
The conversation went like this.
I ask a youth. We know that every game has a board. The youth immediately corrected me. With a response. Not every game has a board.
I chuckled inside. I then replied. But for every game being; played, sold are told.
There is rules & instructions. And for every player. Is a set of; foot prints. With an idea, because of; human intelligence. That root to; a synopsis and reasonings.
Life is this amazing space. How so?
With all the smoke. That created the ashes, in mirroring a haze. Of the glasses. There is still is the beauty. In the gift of life & death. Rooted to the emotions in Forgiveness; to apply while in the Dash. That connects back to the heart filled of; that desire that quenches for Love.
God knew what key. To turn. Into a; gift of Knowledge & Wisdom
