The World In A Nut Shell And Vaccuum Monopoly....They live in a vacuum, and their hypocracy is "only in the minds of the beholder"

ALSO SLUMBER my one, what lay on the twilight of our times in the last few moments of our evenings, details tomorrows sojourn. The events of our times, trivial confusing, misplaced happenings, time passing by all its' measures, from us, out of us, through us and by us. It drains our psyches, troubles our hearts. Events that chain us to ourselves, tell secrets of our past, and reveal us to one another. As actions speak louder than words, a push, a bomb, an explosion, is this our freedom or is this our bondage. I dare say it is either, it is both, but neither the the button nor the thread we use to fasten it in place can ease our minds about tomorrowes tomorrow. Yesterdays' tomorrow is last nights' forgotten image and tomorrows' yesterday is yesterday. We can't change yesterday, but today is tomorrows' yesterday.
On the eve of twilight, as we pass into the space of our dreams, we must reconsider that although time is relative, it is immutable. The intermingling of past with future, like the pathway of a projectile, requires only indifference to find its' target.
To endeavor to make a turn, this is our freedom. Should we find messages, past tense and present, recorded with time in our psyches, calling us to union, this is the time when our dreams bear upon us our own collective human vulnerabilities to our our own actions.
Marvin Eli Kirsh