I wish upon a blade of grass

I wish, that I could mentally project my conscienceness into the conscienceness of others, seeing as I do, exactly what exists in thought, the thousand fragments of abstractness that forms together into the mental and emotional perception that takes place in all realms of our beings. But the same is thought in everyone, hoping that another will 'understand', completely, wholey. In reality we all do understand, for the simple fact of all feeling this way, the individual circumstance's of such really not mattering, for the core in all is the same, and humans in reality go through nothing that has not 'already' been through. Epiphanies happen over time, small realizations accumulating, then one day this 'fact' becomes clear, and present all around existence, it suddenly rising to full sharp clear perception, and we give it a name epiphany. Words being just another desperate attempt at articulating self, which is ceaselessly sought, never gaining full measure of itself. So should the articulator stop in there journey, accepting out of defeat of non-attainableness? Articulation never ceases, and the mass whole is accumulative universal evidence. Change is coming, clouds will deliver there anticipated arrival, for the dust of past has covered many gems, frustration only produced from the hand of the desert, the bearer having to refill the well of self, from self, this being no small and dainty task, and one than has been anticipated for many years. The wind speaks of long ago, telling its wisdom to the clouds below. Water moves in time, from the same place as the wind, but from farther away, its essence revealing dilution of matter itself, ageless energy that resides in smooth flowing form, a drink that refreshes the soul. Time spent in the realm of imagination, seeing its frutation emanate from all around, soothing the wanderer from many rainless days of travel. The only thing that matters in the end is that justice will take place, and love will prevail, the details are unimportant any longer, for that is a endless debate of personal preference, based on personal belief. I do believe that the universe did not create itself, and that the mechanics at work are far to complex to ever ' fall ' into place on accident. I do believe in right and wrong, and know that there is core principles of each that are universal, and will not say another's is wrong because of the uncertainty of my own, for at the basic structure of all there is not solid proof of any, and then one creates 'faith' in what one believes. Period. In the end, everything will work out the way it should and was purposed to. This might be perceived as a passive gesture of words, and in ways it is, the "Webster's Ninth Collegiate Dictionary" defines the word passive as ' 1. acted upon by an external agency 2. receptive to outside impressions or influences (c) 1. lacking in energy or will 2. tending not to take an active part (d) 2. not active or operating'.
We sometimes gracefully bow our believes in respect for the other, only for the simple fact of being secure with these things, not having to prove ourselves right. And sometimes one is viewed as being 'passive' for this. We all have gathered what we know from others before us, we must be the ones that take it home with us ourselves, thinking, reasoning, on the accumulative information, and when this is done we are not really being passive at all, for we no longer ' act and are influenced by outside impressions. We become then what is conjured within our beings, we become because of it existing before we did, just not in that very specific individual way. All is good and right, for what we see is only an illustion, and every deep thing is tucked away, awaiting the time of revealing, and truth being known. Ourselves are not of supreme importance, the happening of this event though is, because of its universal impact. Right will conquer wrong, truth will wipe away deception, and love will destroy hatred and confusion. Ones in which want the continuation of the present turmoil; the blood, greed, deceptions, and sacrifice of the innocent, will fade from the earth like the dinosaurs, the earth will be used, for it was not formed for nothing, and core purposes still exist. Yes some will go to other places in the realm of existence, but the earth will stand, for if not then a purpose has failed, and nothing set into 'grand motion' will fail, nothing will stop the desire of the former, for this ones hand, nothing comes back to empty and failed, and withered in purpose, it will come back active and prosperous.
We all are passive, and influenced by the collective.
Do I trick myself yet again, to grasp to something in which I really dont know? Some might think me blind, but that is the often misconception of undiluted thought, pure thought that is not passive.