whenever I think of helping add my little bit to a better world to come (all the world is becoming, like you and I) I imagine I go to the top of the world and sprinkle star dust upon it so that people could feel it as happiness particles

..they wouldn't even know why suddenly they feel this little bit of happiness as it dropped down, but they wouldn't have to be logical for the moment. so this star dust stuff I could imagine that it was cosmic stuff which we hold in our hands to mold and make our reality.
this stardust might be in our brains even, firing off neurons borrowed from a nameless God. and maybe this stuff, which facinates so, that scientists put under the microscope even, trying to help us understands ourselves, it may just be light particles after all and light is energy and all is energy which gathers to itself a form.
so energy cannot be an allusion unless the light that streams from my lamp is an allusion? but what then is an allusion? is fear an allusion? have I a use for fear? is cosmic stuff a substance I can construct a fear thought with?
yes, I've done that. but now what shall I construct? or is it all allusion in the end? well, time is an allusion. at least some of us know it is..for we don't know for sure we will be here tomorrow, sitting before some amazing thing called the internet, a likeness of the human brain in limited capacity.
we make so much, we are so enterprising; but how much of us is here now? are we holograms with partial awareness? can we be more? back to allusions. when there is conflict in the mind, it is best to crash out of it.

it is better to make a choice than to be in conflict and undecided. seems we are born here trying to decide always something. in that way we are like stardust settling into a black void or a vacuum, or like an ocean wave hitting the shore and slowly being drawn back into the ocean.
what becomes uncertain is whether we are composed of stardust, that moldable, pliable, creative fire of becoming for the sheer becoming and no other purpose. did we just forget we were stardust? will we remember when the wave pulls us back into the ocean?
perhaps. only time can tell. allusions allude to another concept and so it goes that we continue to become. are you tired of becoming? Yet one glimpse of star stuff can light your fire once more to just touch it and suddenly becoming is quite well worth the struggle once more.

even allusions, like stepping stones become something to play with to make a form, something easy to look at or even enthralling or something to repair, or transform. we change our minds. we change our hearts, we change everything we wish. but we do it together. and we have each other. and we wanted this. all of it, because we could become.

Who told me I would love you?
Who told me you would bother to read me?
Who told me I could do this?
Who told me I would be here and not elsewhere?
Who told me each one is precious?
Who told me it would hurt to be told this?
Who told me pain was the other end of joy?
Who told me it hurts to love?
Who told me it's easier to die than to love?
Who told me I could do what I want?
Who loved me even when I errored?
You told me..you told me everything I need to know. now I live in you and u live in me, now we build a safer world for the children and they will take us home if we let them.
now I will take my shower and I will be the one you love to hate, or the one u love to love. but we have just begun. get ready...where we are headed, no drug ever could have revealed the power of the mind to blow itself right into the shift in consciousness by a simple undistorted intention to love and to forgive.

That was simply beautiful. Thanks.