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Love of Earth History

Love of history commences a health and pathology journey toward totalitarian terror and unitarian awareness, fragmented numbness of prey and integral consciousness of co-empathically benign predators casing out Framing one Earth-rhetorical spiraling event within which herstory of commodified and domesticating victims remains too unlargely untold to optimize healthy climate trends. Each spatially boundaried community, and what would a multiculturing organic community become without a robust, yet flexible, boundary? Hey, knock it off, you're messin' with my flow... Each spatially boundaried community and each temporal regeneration is a revolving rhetorical event, often oscillating between left-brain dominance through predative dualism, detachment, From right brain herstoric domestic security prominence and ecofeminist patrol, praying for secular/sacred nondual matriarchal awareness, co-passions yang and yin restoried, virtue valued, and not so much viciously devalued Historically between RightWing loyalist redcoats and LeftWing patriotic bluecoats, compassion constitution composers scripture writers and healthy wealth translators speakers and listeners patriarchs and matriarchs Contrasts between economically privileged protectionists and eco/theo-logically co-empowered egalitarian liberationists. Each story novel poem life year of mutually regenerating health seasons, Each predator/prey healer/habitat-habitual-healing day, each dream each image each memory each memory of a fading feeling-thought a rhetorical historical event which begins with noticing a spiritually developing subject and our objective natural stage Earth framing sacred reverence revering historical political egos in our economic ecological win/win health habitat, this primal evolving compassionate consciousness communing between self today and other yesterday's tomorrow now Choosing primal graced win/wins and, when confronted, often settling for win/lose, left or right, ego or eco, self or other, humanity or divinity, Either/Or or Both/And fragmentation or contrasting mutual sublimation, And, when defeated, tolerating detached nihilistic lose and lose, left v right, ego v eco, If not yet totally planet and people and plants and soil and water and air dead today, all that much more likely to collapse tomorrow. What good is an objective ego without even one subjectively sympathetic eco-stage? Who could invent humanity without first feeling historic divinity? CoPassioned attachment as ancient as umbilical cords and DNA strings Herstoric strands of historical win/win rhetorical events take the epic story and globally interdependent changing web of life protracted stretching out regenerational identity eager for exploring energy curious perennial attachments to past seasons of generations and future potential investment integrity of well-timed space place in-between left and right co-rhetorical events, changing herstoric bilateral story Veering away from lose/lose irrationally feels and feeds chaos entropically off into dual dark dispassions Wondering how such an unlikely rhetorical natural spiritual event as Earth's curious history could have ever not not become wealth of health's inter-grateful DNA/RNA structures staging spiral/fractal spirit/natures feeling rhetorically dialogical potential, Polypathic polyphonic polynomial and not not polyculturally neurological psychological ecological theological health-logically resilient resonant restoring reweaving reversing preversing persevering history courageous curious co-passionate bicameral herstory When and where eternally resilient eco-life is also not not timelessly breathlessly compassionate ego-death.

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