dots... . . . . . . .

the world is a funny place.


a scary place.


a place.


a dot.


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the world is a dot: a wonderful wondersome blue dot the size of the smallest dot you can imagine... and then even smaller than that. Upon this dot, live many, many, MANY dots:


There are

tall dots
short dots
round dots
square dots
even horizontical dots... but they don't get out much.




There are dots you can

SEE
SMELL
TASTE
HEAR
FEEL

feel happy about
feel sad about
feel angry about
feel... something about.


Some dots are called animals

Some dots are called people

and some animals are called people
and some people are called animals.


These people dots are peculiar sorts of dots: they sort themselves out in the strangest of ways:

There are certain invisible nets that these people-dots throw to catch some dots that they desire to keep, and to catch some dots that they want to get rid of.

color-nets
language-nets
expression-nets
thinking-nets
speaking-nets
and sacred-law-nets of 17-forever ago that are still in the process of being decoded by the people-dots of today... Their great ancestors of old "knew best" when they threw some certain invisible nets and decided to write down the process in big menacing books so that the younger people-dots would never forget these important invisible nets that they placed around the big blue dot we call "Earth". With newer dots came better information about the big blue dot so... the people-dots living upon the big blue dot COULD make better nets based upon this information, but some certain people-dots cling tightly to the old invisible nets because they are used to them. Change, even for the betterment of the big blue dot and all of the people-dots that live upon the big blue dot, is too scary for these sorts of people-dots because, to them, a bad invisible net is better than no invisible net at all.

"The big blue dot would fly to pieces if there were no invisible net holding it together!" they exclaim.

These people-dots are very confusing aren't they?



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A sound-dot appears in the night-tides next to a lone beach. This sound-dot is a lonely dot. Another sound-dot skips over the crashing ocean waves to the first sound-dot.

The first sound-dot says "Hello".
The second sound dot says "Hello".

A sort of pleasant greeting harmony is created between these dots: an invisible ambient string between them. More sound-dots appear. Invisible strings bind them all together into an intricate web of resonant waves next to the great ocean, rising and falling, rising and falling.

A people-dot sees this web of sound dots with his ears. He sits on a smooth rock, holding his palms to his gruff face, the salt of the ocean waves is something he can smell and taste at the same time. The people-dot listens. The people-dot sighs and thinks:

"What invisible webs we weave, to practice to deceive, and hurt and harm, when all by themselves, these sound-dots charm."

Calm, he felt. Goodness, he felt. He thought of better days, when invisible nets could be used for something beyond attempting to control other dots...



Some dots are seen as merely crusty pepperoni on a cold pepperoni pizza, while other dots are seen as stars making up a grand constellation of stars guiding the way to a better day... . . . . .