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A note of thanks from Sovereignty:

A horse is a horse of course of course.

Have you ever found yourself turning up the volume of your favorite musical tune so you do not hear what is going on around in the periphery?

Some days can feel as though a loud truck hit blowing its wheel hit our aura, our us, leaving us far behind with nothing but a nagging and gnawing pain. Draining our energy and leaving it dwindling day by day, depleted by the lies, innuendos, and “that’s not what I said” echoes. Reason becomes eclipsed by coping in a myriad of ways.

Some good.

Some bad.

Enter: Expressive language takes over. Unfortunately and at times fortunately it takes over in place of words. (Yes, the middle finger counts as such🙃) In any event, when we try and understand another person in our orbit, Conventional wisdom often notes that actually the non-verbal says a whole lot more about the state of the mind than does a vocal uttering of:

“No.”

“Yes.”

”Black.”

”White.”

”Up.”

”Down.”

”Left.”

”Right.”

Etcetera.

Etcetera.

Could it be related to the explosion of the mind brought on by the explosion of “de-vice.” (Is that French? parley-vous) To some the ear sound articulates as simply, “the vice.”

We all got ‘em. Vices and devices and the vices.🙂

Would you agree or disagree that there is no worse “device” in the year 2025 than the oblong, metal one we collectively, yet, individually hold in our own hands and personal own pockets. Oh. Yea. The thing has a camera too.

Because of these “de-vices.” There have been sighting of humans walking into fountains, walls, and crashing their cars into other cars all the while engaging in their “de-vice.” Instead of operating a vehicle. And it is allowed, still. Makes we wonder a lot about who is running the show…. The kids, the horses, the adults the moneys…..

And yet. The devices are allowed to ride shot gun in order to get us from here to there faster than speeding light and a bullet. We are so darn important, these little machines tell us.

What happens in the interim? We. Vestibular-ly thrown off balance. one mistake can cost a life. Further, too much “noise.” Too many memories. Too much dishonesty. Gamesmanship. Laziness.

Truth and consequences.

Lack of. Accountability.

As kids, it is not always wise to watch the adults. See how they “operate.” Especially the fight to get the next happy meal, or free meal or meal including the coupon. To get their next meal humans will perform some crazy, nutty acts of “de-feat.” Not even using “de-feet. (Their own feet.)🦶🏻🦶🏻 Which in effect could put at risk another using their—feet. Using one’s hands and feet in His eyes is a different approach to a life well lived. Patience is a virtue not a vice.

Dine and dash. Door to dash. In the end. In the safest of times, it is fun to watch. Provided no one person is harmed in the getting of the here to there and the eggs are not broken and the hot meal cold and the cold meal hot. From what I understand, the delivery “guy” works for tips.

He, alone, is our portion. We do not have to fight like cats and dogs.

Yet. We continue running the rat race in futile efforts to show we got here first. Or there. Stuffed it down and moved along. All the while using anyone and any means at our disposal so we are not the ones who look “bad.” To understand human nature exists is to understand that along the way we are blessed with silver linings.

But.

Oftentimes they present as ridiculous. Yours. Mine. Ours. We understand it is ok for you to look bad.

But. Ohhhhhhhhh. Noooooooo. Not for me. To look bad. At my expense anyway. My self -identity has been shaped for so many years by so many people puffing me up into the stud I am today. And I am. A stud. Everyone has told me so. My whole life.

Said sovereignty to the human. “What do I do? Race around a track with a weightless little guy on my back and have millions of humans bet on me, or him, or us.🐎🏇. Humans are confusing creatures that is for sure. As a stud, let me say this straight. I run around a track, chasing a carrot, the faster I go the better it is. And humans drink their heads off, fall all over the place and win or lose money.”

He grunts further.

“Shows a maniacally somewhat mis-guided sense of judgment to me, but hey, at least I train long and hard for the moment to watch those kooky humans do this to themselves.”

We freely hedge our vices in the interest of someone or something we think is “better.” More tasty. More thirsty.Faster.

It is not so much a matter of understanding. It is the truth of “going along.” For the sake. Of “going along.” The silver linings are the hints that map our true intentions in the face and faces of desperation.

Take your pick. Most of the monkeys, dogs, (especially cats) and horses get it. They do not behold the logic to behold that what they do is anything other than service to a human. Through the eyes of God and country.

It is conversely how a human uses the experience for gain. Personal repetitional and reputational gain. They exist. Most people are good. However some are not. Very often in this world of “de-vices” and “the-vices.” One can be used to hedge against another in the interest of never forgetting or remembering that winning is not

Everything.

Until then. The horse chases the carrot with the little person on its back. The dog walks the human moreson than the human walks the dog. At this point in time, the monkey was here way before any of us, so that says it all. The monkey even cocks it’s easy in wonderment of how we have evolved to here.

How we treat one another says more. Either we admit we are using them for our advantage or we don’t admit it. The silent trickery comes in the form of being too afraid to ask for help. We hedge another’s life through many different means because we are afraid to admit we are scared and refuse to ask for the help we need in order to free our selves of the same old same old of our own ball and chain of insecurities.

Our self-identity is waiting. For ourselves to catch up to the fact true wisdom comes from within and the self-ability to say with steadfast sometimes: Figure yourself out man. I am tired of waiting for you. So with that I “say,”

”The middle finger to you”