Given Over

She is given over tremendously to the entitlements of enlightenments, which is not to say that there are no intelligent beings living on the planet Jupiter only that we have not as yet detected them and perhaps they are really intelligent life and do not despise themselves such as we who live on the planet Earth. Maybe they view their existence as being very unique and precious regardless of any differences that distinguishes one from the other of them. Maybe they honor the common bonds of their collective nature and look with awe and fascination on how so many wonderful things have been made. She is the focal point of heart-melting adoration that is not a spin off of primitive lust or vile inclinations and this is not to say with absolute certainty that Pluto is the last planet of our solar system only that as far as our knowledge base is inclined to think it is the last one that we can visible see, and even yet the current thought is that it is not even a planet at all. Perhaps there are other planets afloat in unknown orbits because we do not view as if looking down onto a flat plane but in one direction at a time in line of sight from a narrow enclave.

There is much in consolation to her accumulative efforts which has a way of magnifying any presented benefits as she hold keys that unlocks doors and every door opened is a world of its own and this is not to assume that a satellite will never veer from its assigned orbital path because we know that everything made of man is not going to stand. We picture ourselves as a single star shinning only on one horizon while demolishing the habitat that makes our existence possible. One of us thinks that he or she is more wise and clever than the other and we deceive ourselves with the view that we are the light and worlds of all others. We are learned to the extent that we move with great speed to cause our ultimate doom and trespass into things that we should leave as be.

Invisible ringlets floats around her which only eyes that are not set to blindness can visualize for we see from the level of a fallen heritage and cannot view the reality of anything as it is meant to be seen and this is not to dismiss the concept of parallel dimensions because our insight is limited to our physical plane, surely of such vastness and the complexity of so many animate and inanimate forms there is no barrier that does not contain many other spheres surrounding them. Viewing her in profile one could easily mistake her for a queen standing in the mist of the stars and as a brilliant spec of light shimmering near and far and by no means excluding the evidence of so many meteors that has pelted the surface of the Moon nor of its being a planet in its own right. We have lost our ability to soar between mental plains of cosmic substances and thusly although we entertain ourselves as being know it alls we are mere fragments of a lofty imagination that are destined to be replaced by a new string of images at some day.

She picks a wild flower and replants it into her garden and before too long many more have sprouted and this is not to say that the desert does not have the means of substance to induce seed to germinate but only that when water is absent or in very short supply the undertaking of rejuvenating is much harder to engage. We plant crops to eat of the whole lot but in a land of plenty we are very prone to be wasteful on the spot. We overlook the telltale signs of plaster slowly falling from the wall and assume that we have all of the answers to all effects and causes. Only one maiden form is constructed of sugar and spice and everything nice which is why more than one is enticed to covet her and this is not to say that the Earth will not tilt on its axis towards a new direction one eventful day but only that the sparkle of her eyes is the substance that wonderful dreams are made.