a republic
No one gets removed from that in which one has ever been added.
It feels trite to repetitively explain the consequential truth of this reality, worn out and tiresome, but nothing has changed about your existence, not even once.
It's clear, it's hard to understand this infinite duality you are, logic spins you in circles, depth makes you think harder, examine closer. But, you are this, moment, being, nature. Birth or death doesn't change anything about it, this.
We (are royal), not a single individual to be found amongst the infinite, yet we try. Try to organize the fight against the oppressor, which is also us, futilely.
The only truth is you are, this is, the creation event, evermore.
The Elons, Trumps, the GoP, will continue to dissolve and reform anew. Is it the destructive fight you want to continue? or the creative collaboration of mixed minds?
It's both; all. For better or worse.
