The sounds of banging a gong.

Peace. Its a long line to get your ticket.
Peace. Its a dirty word for the dirty people with the dirty jobs that someone has to do it.
IT has to be refined by philosophers, dickered with by the psychologists.
Spooky people who brought science fiction to a fine science.
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I prefer science fiction building charges for the soul.
But that's spooky too considering the territory you've got to travel through.
The extremes on the loose.

So say Peace, and you'll feel your feet on the ground.
Feel the primary causes blow off the blahs.
Get a divorce from the melancholy and the anxiety rattling off statistics that don't quite come into focus and find what has to be fixed
Divine , unfortunately, has been taken over by a nefarious group of malefactors , going on a long time now.
In its purest sense the Divine can be sensed by all but its hard to tell if its the real thing or being made a fool of by opportunists.
But Peace that's a real opportunity to let the organic and the inorganic fill you up with the sounds of banging a gong into the linguistic hollows of the head.