Needs that were never met are needs that have never met.

”It all comes down to money.”

Nothing could be truer.

It= AI.

Paper.

Pencil.

Digital.

Buttons.

Requires none, if any human touch on the part of the recipient.

Really.

Tik Tok made certain of that.

Tick Tock made certain of this.

Survival of the fittest.

Father time is not, nor is never defeated.

Or. Not so fit.

However it is you choose to roll.

Along with, alongside the the stringy, virus of “surprise”, surprises.

Or in opposition to and of.

It.

And if you feel powerful in your endeavors.

More power to you.

Hopefully your world did not get lost in the shuffle.

The card shuffle.

Along with your soul.

It depends on what you value.

who, too.

But that is left to the select few, who really do value.

Value.

It really is not found the rainforests, in Africa, up a mountain top. In an ocean, beautiful, a star struck sky.

It is deep within.

A heart.

Artificial Intelligence.

Yep.

Artificial.

If that is how you choose to roll.

Be very, very careful while hunting.

For a real one.

A true one.

They exist.

Because on the day you awoke and realize or realized you have been screwed or screwed another is the day you may realize you forgot to value the valuable all along.

And now.

It is what it is.

Was what it was.

The shot.

The score.

The buzz.

The instant gratification.

Now seems all so.

Empty.

Life can change in an instant.

A button pushing instant.

Regrets last a lifetime, sometimes.

No apology serves the drastic bleed, the never ending blood flow.

The pain.

Rewards are a funny thing.

Not a funny “ha, ha” thing.

Actually like all things AI it is the opposite.

Paining, draining and staining.

No injection at all of humor.

The best we can hope for is to live life as we see fit.

Even if it does not fit.

With another person’s “agenda”.

Some where a long the way, risking becoming a pattern of

distant, fake, weak. Connections.

There has to be a more honorable way to exist.

Don’t you think?

Some people may make things just too difficult.

They are usually the most fearful.

Our obligation, as a human, human: Pull a fearful person up. Do not knock them down.

Needs that are never met are needs that have never met.

Or is it the other way around?

Artificial.

Yes.

Superficial.

Even more so.

Needs that have never met are needs that are never met.

Confusing.

You betcha.

Heartbreaking even.

What we can do to one another in a pinch.

In a bind.

In a blind filled mine field.

Of unfortunate decisions.

Expectations.

Great, or otherwise.

Can kill.

One may say.

One may think,

You just gotta know how to play the game.

What game?

The one of life.

May be all the best we can hope for is the wisdom.

To accept the things I cannot change.

The courage to change the things I can.

The wisdom.

To know the difference.

The strength too.

To not ignore it.

Wrap it in the “appropriate”.

Double wrap it is the confusion.

Double bagged in the insidiousness..

Of the game.

There is already plenty of the bad stuff, to go around.

What happened to all the good stuff?

A smile.

A regard.

A genuine kind thought.

A non sneaky one.

Most anyone can out smart another.

Most anyone can be out smarted.

Takes strength to avoid it.

At all and any costs.

We really are not living in unprecedented times.

Precedent was set long ago.

By the founders founding and finding.

A foundation of searching and rescuing…….

Freedom to be-you and me.

Leaving in the dust the

least of these……

Who is this, who is and are considered the least? Of these, or those or them, or he or him or pro-noun-ly described hims and hers.?……Madnesss.

And she’s and he’s.

Dear God.

A life is a life.

Is a life is a life.

Is your life.

Is my life.

Is her life.

Is his life.

Doesn’t matter, makes little difference if you cross a line, state or otherwise.

When did we collectively all become so

Empty.

My take. Your take.

Thinking we could hide behind all the buttons—ours and others……

We are really just the puppets down here. Out here. If, of course, we put ourselves into that position.

WARNING: Ultimate puppet masters take note. They always take notes. Digital or otherwise.

The key between the good ones and the bad ones.

The Good Ones.

The Bad Ones

The good ones value human life.

All human life.

Even the so called “yuckiest” ones, yuckiest lives.

Value that they all matter.

Especially the ones who inject to forget.

That they are a human of value and worth.

Great value and worth.

On the streets.

Off the streets.

In the slammers of our life.

We are all just a lock and cage away from entering the slammers of our life.

We are no better than any other, any another trying to forget.

Where they came from.

Who they came from.

No digitizing in the world changes that.

For real.

Artificially, maybe….instant gratifyingly, of course.

May prolong the agony, for a time.🫤.

Inevitably will, however, show up.

In the Bad Ones.

The disingenuous ones.

Just show up.

Just show up?

Not the showing up of showing up.

The showing up of showing another up.

With a quip, a whip.

And a lie.

Truth. Justice. The American Way. Should not have become so, so debatable.

But.

That was then.

This is now.

True and honorable thought provoking foundational and original thought originates from the land of the free and the home of the brave.

The greatest place on earth——(NO. Not Disney.)

Really.

All the spinning.

Nope.

All the fantasy.

No, no thank you too.

Beautiful dances.

Ehh.

Beautiful costumes.

🤨

Will give a high five to Mickey, the mouse, at least he works the crowd…..

Brand. Branded. Branding.

What was so wrong with the giant purple dinosaur, the chucks of cheesey guy….(another giant mouse, I think). I digress.

Fairy tales and tales of fairies.

Probably considered immensely in-appropriate by today’s woken up standards. By today’s fe/male terminology and verbiage.

Changing the conversation.

Whew and Whoa.

Allow the debaters their time to debate the issues of the masculine, the feminine, the value and all the products of the trade……

Someone will win.

Someone will lose.

But to completely change the narrative is downright and upright.

Absurd.

Absurd in all its absurdity.

It doesn’t matter, little matters, how the zig zag zags or zigs.

Up or down.

Sideways.

Backwards.

Aspiration: Back to normal?

I dunno.

A mouse is not the answer. Albeit cute and gigantic ally morphed into bigger. Rodent.

Of the future. For our kids. To have the opportunity to know. The opportunity to grow. In and of themself and selves.

Although the little giant mouse guy did have its time in the sun.

The fight of today: Consider and consider fighting with the mug of all mugs and see what occurs.🫢……

Time will tell.

The truth.

The consequences.

It usually does.