Waves waves waves – posing as the Real?

     We see by waves. We hear by waves. We commune and communicate by waves. Waves define our worlds, our ways, our cultural norms. We see by light waves, hear by sound waves, exist by thinking we’re thinking in a vacuum-free existence not, or are we in something of a mal ady of events we have attributed to god; for our existence in other not, or are we in the Unreal, incarcerated in it, in a SEA of waves? 

     Classical physics work in a Sea of waves. Waves of seas even work by mathematical models and formulas. Scientists exist by clippings not, but by documenting and collaboration, making formal the statements of their tests and findings. Mostly for commerce rather than “open-source”, we still have gained much from the observation mentality not, but from the explorative community, be it for commerce or charity. Scientists document and we validate daily our existence in the “real” that we think we exist in; yet it’s all a propagation of waves ‘ worlds.

     Waves give distance thoughts. Thoughts are created by distance not, but what creates thought? Have we created thought, differently by and to each other, on some sort of plane, that we think is existence? And validify and verify our existence each day through the confirmation of others – and our pain? Our progress? Our delights? Our wadings through the muggy muddy days? Of the flesh? Paying taxes and sorting out to-do lists and prioritizing our existence in a “vacuum” of thought, comprised by a sea of waves?

Are we in a field of waves we call normality? Humanity? ‘s dilemma? So where’s god and why all the pain?

I’m never enough.

     I have friends when I subscribe to their waves ‘ norms. Their waves’ norms. 

Their norm’s waves.

     What propagates the waves? The mind? The thinkings ‘ thinker? The thinking’s thinker? The thinker’s thinkings? Are ported on waves?

     Is Waves the real?

     or the Unreal?
     that we’re in.

     The pain of existence in a waves’ environment is costly, for the real poses not as the unreal, but the unreal “confirms” to us daily that IT’S the real. That we’re in. Though false, its SO confirmed by all else and other that we laboriously burden through each day ourselves as pack-animals, seeking disposition not, but position in each other’s mind, and acceptance, compliance, and dropping not out the heart of those we “deem” most valuable. False is confirmed by classical physics; the constraints it offers, the security of KNOWing it’s the real world, and us “controlling” it not, but controlling ourselves to comply and find “acceptance” and an “place” in this “world”.

     What if False is unmasked?
Can Unreal maintain its facade forever?
no.

     If False is unmasked, can my pain be “relieved” not, but emasculated will I be no more – by thinkings other? Can I live the life of the real IN the real that I know exists; somehow somewhere?
yes.

     I will pay the price.
     surrender – to learn.
     what the REAL is and what the Unreal isn’t not, or is it backward not, or is – antithesis’d not, or simply are I am making you think about HOW we think/we’ve taught to think – so linearly; not again?

     Is the ache of the Real what I feel inside?

     Is the Real in me, that wants to be expressioned freedom, freedom of expression having, not subject to waves? worlds? constraints?

     Do the waves propagate the molecular?
ions of who knows where – originate and contemplate, or not be complacency’s again? About these things?

     Is there a world of Unwaves? Unmolecular  –’d?
glorified? or just simple am’s?

     I am I am, and I will pay the price in time and surrender to know mankind will not be, is not, semistrated or stratified in unreal’s world again.
     I will write about what I see hear feel and become.

     I will not surrender to the pain that only takes me to a grave, and dumps me into something else to be used later, for the same purposes, in else’s “worlds” again.

     I love you all.

     Me