just a few thoughts i had the other day

Constant random recontextualization towards the release of all minds held back by the restraint of common belief.  As just the adolescent doubts past the extent of cultural fixations, so does the disillusioned socially stricken self critical seeker.  Words are nothing and belong to no one individually, thus justified the stripping, ripping and repasteing we all do in everyday conversation.  This can hardly be considered our essence though, even if it is a consistency of our nature.  In this culture of change as consistency, navigation and wading still rarely take precedence. What is rare was once common and what is common will become rare. 5x4x3x2x1(I am a thinking thing.)