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When is a home built from the top down as a success from the bottom up?
Each one, every time

As fish in a school does humanity exist, plying the honorable trades of ignorance and fear.
They look left, they look right, they see nothing save their fellows, and become cocky
If something can not be seen, how can it be expected to exist? If something can't be
measured, how can it have gravity? "Show me", the fish say "Prove your way is best"

Already, the stage of debate is rigged, already, those involved simply practice not speaking out of turn, but times expensive, and they -do- have 6 dollar coffee's to buy
Your piece is made

They cite precedence, unwilling to take responsibility for change
They cite your failings as a human, unable to parry your ideas
Worst of all

They cite insanity, for surely the only sort that would want anything but what was good enough for them are the mentally disabled
They see Crazy....as not agreeing with them

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There IS more to those fish. There IS more to humanity
Swimming day in, day out, they pay no attention to the water itself
taken for granted and assumed and used, yet without seeing it
Every single fish in every single school, they're each connected by that same
invisible water, that same link that always has, and always will

Time is humanity's ocean, and memory it's water
Without it, without memory, we'd be as stones. Functional, yet bereft

Sometimes.....a few people get it

Ocean water is set, existing upon entry and still there upon exit
but words conveyed...feelings shared.....There lies humanity's greatest hope
A word of scorn does more damage to a life than any blade ever will
A word of praise does more benefit than any medicine ever could

Aware of that power, some avoid it, refusing to accept responsibility for their actions
Aware of that power..some embrace it, nurturing it's ability and honing it's force

These words....these events...these -memories-

Recalled in times of need, cherished in times of plenty, emotion attached to symbols
Are when a house is built from the top down, without knowing the know, memories
They can stop us, or they can goad us to action
They can torture us, or they can be the perfect balm
They can sap hope

or they can BE hope

Never forget the power of your words

Never forget the emotions that we share

Never believe unseen is unreal

You know when you've given the gift of a person, back to themselves

From the terminator between fact and fiction I stand and say, to you
You who have spoke, and through knowing, connected one more fraction
One more sliver of the worlds disparate pieces we call Souls

And it is from there I stand, turn, and thank you, for connecting
Thank you for the emotion, washed inoxerably towards me on the tide of certainty

You've given me a glimpse into your soul for a glimpse into mine
Every time I feel like slowing down, I Flashback

And remember who made my Foundations