Less Hope More Vision
Less Hope More Vision
Hope springs eternal, or so it has been said—the burning question is: by who, and why was this less than hopeful notion put into motion once upon a time?
Hope sounds good in theory.
Then again, hope springing eternally could be looked upon as the proverbial pig in lipstick—dressed up as a comforting idiom, at one time serving practical purpose, now represents heavy chains that bind the mind to a hopelessly obsolete theory.
Originally this old platitude embodies confidence of expectations, reasonable or not, to come to full fruition—alas, hope alone absent of elbow grease and vision will manifest not—for hope is usually another’s personal universe—those having a clear vision however you do not—you have hope and that is what a vision is not.
Regrettably those relying on the notion of hope for some meaningful motion in life is merely wishing upon a star to sprinkle into the hopeful notion of some elusive magic potion.
Here the hopeful continue to hope against all hope, hoping for to fruit abstract notions such as happiness, longevity, prosperity—this is where the hope protocol allows plenty of leeway for uncertainty, depression, repression, and despair—feeding a plethora of unpleasant outcomes leading to misery.
Really, what could be more hopeless than waiting for spurious scribes’ edicts to come to fruition—waiting for an eternity, but even all the more so, embodied in humanoid flesh on this mortal earth’s journey—waiting and hoping desperately—for something out of control—this is a date with an unfaithful fair-weather friend—now understanding the meaning of hopelessness for all of eternity and indefinitely on standby until the bitter end.

Universal Truth ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
The notion of a pipe dream has been mixed up with hope.
Hope is an immature notion consisting of inching closer toward a constructed outcome created by another—understanding this brings ΩNE closer to the crux of this critical discussion—inspirational transition into maturation of your sentient being—hope→pipe-dream→personal universe vision.
The Muse now loose pointing out the truth of reality and you have already seen this inside organic lucid dreams.
In contrast to the Occxie notion of hope, the Japanese default is that of worry, and by extension a feeling of hopelessness and helplessness.
This is the common default of the Japanese as they continue to refer to their beloved nation, Yamato Japan as wazuwai no kuni—country of disasters—historically this is the truth of this archipelago’s geographical nature.

The importance of visualising the future cannot be understated.
Observe the proletariat class having lost sight of any personal vision, and this can be tracked back to the lengthy period of industrial indoctrination handing out degrees of hope beyond hope throughout impressionable youngsters important formative years.
Hint Mint *(^o^)/* Visionary Starter Pack
To spark up the personal universal vision, the is no better place to start than stepping out onto the thousand mile journey, beginning with the very first step.
Live in this world the way it has been constructed, all the while visualising the world ΩNE desires to create, thus live in—leaving an extraordinary different world—the Great Clans of Japan in the infinite continuum of manifesting an original noble vision—a very personal edict as described in the ephemeral dreams brought to you by your intimate sublime Ms. Muse.





Plurals have been engineered as the basis for all accounting—created to divi up every last earthly molecule—including you know who—bundled up and then sold to the highest bidder.
Japanese society is based upon an ancient hierarchal system built over millennia—within the convention of Japanese societal protocol, the pursuit of happiness makes no practical sense to the Japanese mind at all—the emotion called happiness and the pursuit thereof, is conceptually alien to all monolingual native 


Failing to adhere is kind of like a grave smear—would you not have to say, there is no worse way to establish a respectful relationship?


Regularly scheduled programming courteous of the industrial mind-control complex, does not include skillsets or any notion of visualization to manifest something into this material world—assembling atoms and molecules creations visceral and real.
Once upon a time, there was a savage drooling caveman from Occxie-land, known only as Dreggory Glutton—who once recounted from his filthy fetid lips—“I have read enough books”—the epitome of abject stupidity—this detestable lapdog of wickedness also happened to make the Personal Universe discovery.
Realizing the existence of the Personal Universe is of paramount importance, and the critical first step to ignite
During indoctrination at the Occxie 

Mr. Mike’s skiing skills were on par with the family—he with his sister—I with his brother—Eugene and Naomi on a intimate ski date without kids, and this is probably why they brought me.
Mr. Mike was special as he was referred to as mentally retarded—the vocabulary used way back then.

Over decades of being created and animated inside the
Searching the ether on a knowledge quest, seeking a specific expert of kind—when then and there—Maverick appeared—serendipitously—in the nick of time.
While his fair-weather 
Why would anyone abandon such a hard fought battle out of the depth of despair, all the way up to the highest rare air, having achieved life above the 
Recent Comments