“The only permanence in life is longing.” AMG
The day ends every day and with it the end of the world starts a new. Our obsession with the past keeps us in the mass hypnosis of the demiurge we invented withour imaginations to have something to manifest in the abundance of a universe one being in physical formcould never traverse with a physical step.Yet in the boldness of suffering and pain, the jupitarian cult of expansion at the brutal cost of its own nameof implimentation. We find divinity in that moment a veil is lifted only one can explain when a butterflysends its energy like a shiver through your nervous system. Unexplainable senses of the universe abound in everything, yet we obsess with the guy in the sky or the fat content of our food and sensation sensation, the newsensation.Maybe matter is not form but a hypnotic value of attachment to one dream of feeling.I mean the words."I can feel your pain." Do not exist.If in some universe there was a shared collective pain there would be peace and balance on earth in one millisecond.
Yet we are obsessed with toughening up the caliced form of heart through the blood and fire cult and fear of mortality.If there were a perpetual cycle of the fractal in which we all surmise our experience in the locked caveof existence.then for sure we are fucked.
Yet I see the prescience : noun - Knowledge of actions or events before they occur; foresight. and presence in everything regardless of manifest thought and act.
You are the summation of a third of all the people you know and interact with.
So what considerations other than lightening the load of human foils and mazes from the mind before feeding the funeral pyre or sharing those secrets held so deeply with the worms and underworld that makes the flowers bloom.
In lakesh al' akin
I am another you.
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