I learned very early the difference between

I learned very early the difference between knowing the name of something & knowing something. I held little of the claim that knowing somethings real name gave you control over it

. Knowing that was something in and of itself, I philosophized, gazing up into the clouds. I'm glad I know something about something...at least sometime. Some time went by and som

atic implants appeared in my phantom limbs. This twisted my mind. I was bodiless. I needed something to hold onto. I looked at my hands to awaken from the horrid nightmare,

but the crimson lace of fresh blood hung from my hands. They weren't my limbs. They belonged to the SecOrg, Opsys of Public Nation. But who had I killed?

Or what? In my shock, I'd just registered that amongst the gore pooling around my feet were scaled tentacles covered with iridescent armor. I reached down but a spotlight from

The next room made them look so bad I wanted to flee. But there was nowhere to go. Semtex covered particles came to my rescue. My shoes no longer fit! I called the owner and asked

her to own less and reap the rewards of leaving behind such a materialistic and stagnant way of living. The Semtex didn't change the optics but I changed my point of view & it was

plain to see that I hadn't seen a thing in all my years of leading an opulent lifestyle. I truly never would have known anything about reality if I hadn't become a homeless bum.

When you strip away all the layers of wealth, humans act very differently. It was fascinating to observe, but I still wished I had a home.

Because you know wealth is that key to the human lock which can actually change anything and everything in one's life. No regrets but I still want to earn that key for myself.