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Narrow Times

At one time, (a time so broad that it knew no ownership), at one time the world was wide, there were no nations, no distinctions just naked humans in a well clothed landscape. Then came the thought of ‘race.’ The hunter gatherers became farmers they built walled cities and every wall was a demarcation. The actual clothes they wore became a status symbol, and so the poor had to feed the wealthy and the wealthy owned the poor. The earth began to fracture most of the sparsely populated wide open became the over-populated narrows. Until one side of a street was at war with the other side. Hunter gathers still existed but they lived on the margins they survived only by the consent of the people crowded into the narrows. If they really tried to be naked and free the narrow people would make TV shows about them, pretty soon they also become narrow images moving inside a picture frame place that once was frameless.

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