What’s to come.
Walk on.
We confuse ourselves as living organisms which are one with this whole universe.
With something we call our personality.
It’s absolutely necessary that we let go of ourselves; and it can’t be done.
I seem to be a brief light that flashes but once in all the aeons of time; a rare, complicated, and all-too-delicate organism on the fringe of biological evolution where the waves of life burst into individual, sparkling, and multicolored drops that gleam for a moment only to vanish forever.
The most ignored taboo/conspiracy is the knowing of who, or what we really are.
The prevalent sensation of oneself as a separate ego enclosed in a bag of skin is a hallucination.
Wonder is not a disease.
Wonder and it’s expression in poetry and the arts; are among the most important things which seem to distinguish man from other animals.
I am not the enemy nor the friend in life, but rather the spectator who considers all.
I show fear, but only the fear of not truly knowing myself.
Cause in this one life of mine I’d rather walk the path less traveled.
Only in hopes I’d reach the top of that mountain, in place of ending up on top of a hill.