The Hand That Feeds Us

I am writing over incredible thoughts I have just deleted. This is not what I really want to say but it is a much more diplomatic way of presenting my bizarre outlook on (blank) before embracing (blank) as the sole reason for exploring (blank). (Blank) may not fulfill any prophecies expected by us but the way in which (blank) is imagined by very few can fulfill all prophecies set forth by us if (blank) is what I think (blank) has always been. Many people get frustrated or concerned when I write or speak about (blank) but if they knew what I know about (blank) they would maybe write it down themselves. What (blank) has taught me is that if we can communicate this right, (blank) will be less likely to continue as (blank) but could eventually become (blank). Writing is the only way to overshadow (blank) if the writing survives beyond our existence. Only if (blank) continues to write will (blank) cease to rule and (blank) prevail. If (blank) has been here all along then (blank) may be (blank). The only way to know if (blank) is close to being (blank) is to see if (blank) can recall what I wrote previously and predict what it is I am going to write next compared to already knowing what will be written and if it always will exist. Only (blank) knows what will be the outcome of (blank).