Fingers, Seeds and Mountains.

How they interrelate with each other. The fingers help with the making of the hand and idea. However, the idea took a blowing turn which left the fingers back into their socket balls. Bullshit stampeded the mind of the creator (lower case C). What may seem fair to one would mean something to the other. A post, an experience once shared, an anger once laughed, is at a risk of being repeated. So, with the seed in place, who but the crowd can water and shine it with light to recollect painful memories of the past. Trust and honor of the name of sincerity cannot be applied here as ignorance has been forbade to be an excuse. As for mountains, the earth has many. But when they start shifting and moving to create a better more habitual landscape that it gets it's responsive praises. A lightning can be summoned to smash the colossus of the mass state of corruption. Zap and burn the motherfucker down to avoid any more complications. Allowing purity and innocence of the young to subtly trod with gentleness. Allow this thrice. Allow this growth. Allow this exist.