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Strange Moving Machine b.

One species on the earth as individual moves so freely, but simultaneously have own unit and group by itself can move along some strict rule and regulation.


Very constantly whimsically they all individually move, but occasionally very desperately and passionately move along with each other and together so violently move to another domain, another unit or so.


Meeting, parting, and having reuniting, having party together, but at the same time another occasion, perfectly individually moving in so huge extent field on the earth.


Hurting some other one, nevertheless, healing to each other, that strange combination and in turn, those things are never so strange to themselves. 


Oh, those so strange machine's heart and mind are so unidentified. Because we constantly are used by them so frequently and whimsically, you know.


They find out strange thing in commonplace matter and items, nevertheless, they find out on the contrary so commonplace nature in strange things and items.


They all are only machines but they are never be made as the identical function nor identical moving form nor regulation. How can we interpret and regard their own nature, indeed?


They constantly fight against any other one, in spite of the fact, they also claim love and affection, only they are seen so contradictory, you know.


After all, we all are easily thrown away from their own hands and made scrap into the mass for being reused for their one usage.


(Irregularly continued)




Feb. 18th.    2024