It is never too late

As a form takes place among the leaves creating shadows holding in place the illusion that we ourselves are powering, there is an awakening of the galactic scale. An understanding forming over like a language that shall not be spoken in order to preserve the infinitely occurring equilibrium of its environment. A being of such wisdom, it has began to rotten from its own ignorance and decided to become something less than its true divinity. Mislead in the direction of materials in which do no exist only to be proven wrong so many times and led down the path of destruction. I have remembrance of an early conception; a true and all knowing orgasmic flow of energy in a constant transformation of understanding not visible to my kin.

To those who ask to the wind if it is too late I ask if one does not know limits, how can such a phenomena exist. Is god not thought? And if so then what value is there in participating in such a silly game that is created and labeled as time. To not recognize highly repetitive nature of your environment would make you insane and then you may ask your self where you are left but it is you who must decide this and no one else for the ultimate truth is that no body has shared the same exact experiences and therefore are all different in a way but are indefinitely part of the whole that we call the universe (you-niverse).